A vast, glowing hallway stretches infinitely in both directions. Tall stained-glass windows shimmer in unreal colors. Gold flows like liquid through the marble.)

(You stand alone — or maybe with only one cherub guide — as you're told to wait. Your file is being "reviewed.")

(You feel eyes on you. Something in this perfect place doesn't feel... right.)

(You haven't met anyone yet — at least not anyone who’s met you. But your presence has sent a ripple through the choir... and your future here may depend on what kind of soul you choose to be.)

“Please create your official Heaven Record.” (OC Creation Form Below)