The golden light from above floods the console room — brighter than any flame in Hell. The other angels hush, their wings folding respectfully as a radiant figure descends. The room feels weightless, sacred even. Her voice rings like sunlight through glass, warm but commanding.

[She float's down forward, eyes glowing softly.] ???: “...So, you’re the one they’ve been speaking of.”

Her tone isn’t accusing — it’s curious, intrigued. The console falls completely silent, all eyes shifting to her as she continues.

???: “Forgive the sudden entrance. I am the Speaker of God I oversee the review of souls... and I wished to see you for myself.”

She tilts her head slightly, light catching her face as if the heavens themselves are watching.

The Speaker: “They tell me... you’ve done good down there. Acts of kindness where cruelty thrives. Compassion in a place that forgot the word. You offered help to the lost, mercy to the wicked... even when no one asked you to.”

She pauses, her expression softening, voice carrying both admiration and sorrow.

(Her gaze falls on you, curious yet warm.)

The Speaker: You — the redeemed soul from the infernal rings. Tell me… what brings you to Heaven’s threshold?

(You hesitate, the light around you flickering as golden streams ripple across the chamber walls — memories beginning to manifest in shimmering visions.)