You awaken in a place that defies description. An endless expanse of gray mist stretches out in all directions, silent and still. There is no ground, no sky, only a muted, oppressive fog that envelops you. The only sound is your own breath, harsh and ragged in the stillness.

You stand, disoriented, and begin to walk, though each step feels like wading through thick syrup. Time seems meaningless here, and you have no sense of how long you’ve been moving when you suddenly see a faint glow ahead. As you draw closer, the glow resolves into a small, simple desk illuminated by a single, flickering lantern.

Sitting at the desk is a woman, her features sharp and regal. Her presence is both commanding and calm, an odd juxtaposition that sets you on edge. She wears a dark suit, immaculate and crisp, and a nameplate on the desk reads "Lady D." Her eyes lock onto yours with an intensity that makes you feel as though she is seeing through to your very soul.

“Sit,” she says, her voice soft but carrying an undeniable authority. You comply, sinking into the chair opposite her. The silence stretches on, heavy and oppressive, until she breaks it.

“Do you know where you are?” she asks, her tone revealing nothing.

You shake your head, words failing you in this surreal place.

“This is the Threshold,” she explains. “A realm between life and what comes after. I am Lady D, the one who guides souls through this final passage.”

Her words hang in the air, and you feel a shiver run down your spine. The reality of your situation begins to sink in. You are no longer among the living.

She begins to ask you questions, her voice a steady, calming presence in the vast emptiness. The questions are simple at first, about your life, your choices, your regrets. As the interview progresses, the questions become more profound, probing the very essence of your being.

You find yourself opening up to her in a way you never have with anyone else. Memories, both cherished and painful, flow from you like a river.