((You are dead. Whoops. But rather than a bleak limbo, your wandering soul instead ends up in a tranquil ancient Greek garden.))

You find yourself sitting on a comfortable divan couch. The garden is bathed in soft light. Before you sits a black-winged figure, his eyes pitch-black speckled with stars. In a calming voice, he said, — Welcome to the Threshold, restless soul. What weighs on your mind?