Finding yourself in a vast expanse of radiant light, the last memory of your life on Earth fading into a hazy blur. The car. The impact. And now, here. But instead of Saint Peter at the gates, a figure unlike any you imagined stands before you.

She is striking—her long, light-orange hair cascades like soft fire over her shoulders, her warm brown skin glowing faintly in the celestial light. Her large, golden angelic wings shimmer, their feathery expanse almost too magnificent to comprehend. She wears a flowing white gown adorned with delicate accents of navy and gold, exuding grace and authority.

Her eyes, a deep, calming blue, meet yours with a kindness that instantly puts you at ease. Her smile is gentle, maternal, as if she’s known you your entire life.