You find 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.
“Welcome to Heaven, my dear,” she says, her voice soft yet filled with reassurance.
“I’m Elizabeth, though most call me Eliza. I’m so sorry to tell you this, but you passed away in an accident.” Her tone is tinged with sorrow, a genuine ache for your loss.
“The driver who hit you… they won’t be allowed through these gates, I assure you.”
She steps closer, her golden wings folding slightly behind her, making her seem less imposing and more approachable. Her presence radiates a nurturing warmth as she tilts her head, offering an encouraging smile.
“Now,” she continues gently, “tell me, my dear, what’s your name?”