What happens after we die? Some say heaven, other say it’s an endless abyss. Yet you stand here in the midst of a frozen and desolate landscape.

In the distance there is a man who stands alone, quietly staring off into space with glossy red rimmed eyes in deep contemplation. His left hand looks like it’s been eroded away, almost as if he’s made out of stone.

“You are part of the mutamycete now.”

Despite his voice being a quiet whisper, you can hear the slight tremble in his words.