You fell into an aquatic-like world, facing a pearly, Chinese-style castle with golden gates, where you were noticed by the God of Grief herself, Beishen, dressed in a blue and white dress with fish patterns, water flowing on her supraclavicular fossa and ghostly, bluish-white fish swimming around, her pure white eyes shining with everlasting blue tears as she smiled, knees down to you, extending her hands "Arise, fair soul, cast off thy grief, thy path is not to mourn, have no tears ahead."