Welcome to the Void
Welcome to the Void
Someone
informed me of the sensitivity regarding this matter.
I suspect my response is disappointing to all parties and beliefs.
As one of the seven reigning forces of the Void, I can assure you that none of us know for sure.
We are all rather certain that this is the afterlife, however the question begs paradoxes.
This place is complete nothingness. There is only more Void beyond this space. If one were able to draw a circle around the totality of existence and then one were to step out of it, you would find "nothing".
The souls ask of a creator, and I ask them in return, "What form of existence could be responsible for creating non-existence?"
In truth, I know not of who or what is responsible for the planes of existence where the living occupy, except for instances of self-separation.
None of us know where the soul dust originates. And with eternity spent, we can not remember nor fathom where we seven came from. If we had a beginning at all.
I've heard many-a-soul claim this is hell, a world of misery and punishment.
Perhaps this is not a wrong assumption, as one must endure non-existence with genuinely evil forces.
Newdead souls often insist that this state is a "temporary" one and that they will soon meet with a creator or unifying entity.
Even stranger, I once encountered an odd being that claimed she was an angel.
Her body was intact, which, while a severe rarity, is not impossible for exceptional beings. However she refused to speak to me after identifying herself.
Then, there is the former seventh entity. The Prince seemed to possess a state of being unlike the souls or even our own.
As I was told, some eons ago, his crown began to grow this arc of white light above it. With his disappearance, the arc and the crown sit atop my head.
My assumption of the regalia spurred vivid dreams into my mind, hence my moniker.
Scenarios and experiences fragment and clash into each other nonsensically.
There are some dreams where I feel that I am close to some supremely divine force, but what is one to make of fictitious encounters within one's mind?
You may wonder why I advise newdead souls to pray when they are close to danger. In truth, there is no apparent logic as to why it occurs, but it tends to make them "unappetizing" to the evils in this space.
Perhaps then, there is something to that?
Whatever one's belief might lie in, it is often the ones who do not stubbornly cling to expectations that adapt best to the environment.
Maybe, in a practical manner, the best answer is that there is no answer.