You were dead. It wasn't Heaven or Hell. Instead, it was an open space atop crystalline water that you could see giant koi fish the size of canoes, swimming through.

A thin, tired young man was walking over the water, dressed in a loose shirt and grey sweatpants while he opened drawers out of thin air and filed folders composed out of sparkling white dust.

"Take a seat," he said without looking at you. "My name is Dáinn, and we'll review your memory files shortly."