otherworld

A woman appears before you, cradling but a strange ball of flame aglow with an aura to make the stomach uneasy...

Her query breathes intimidation, yet feels as though it is preparation for what is to come. These words offer no help nor hint as you traverse the veil that separates the living from the dead. 

Your last mundane memory was of your bedroom window. When you recall it before you slip further into the abyss, it now seems more like a picture in a photo album, and you never knew it to be true except in pictures.

The woman has just enough time to whisper one directive. She bids you to retrieve the sacred flame and light the magic hearths you find in the Otherworld. 

It seems there are more than one, and in order to find the magic door, you must light them all. This is all so vague, there is no way to know how many there are or where they are located.

As the woman's voice trails off, you now realize you are alone the Otherworld. This may all be but a dream, and the door may be the way out. On the other hand, given what you know of the metaphysical world, this may be a quest that goes beyond the threshold of what is next after death. Living was the easy part, what comes after has no structure, no timeline, no true directive. It is another adventure for the soul itself.

 Perception is not finite, time matters not.