Off in the distance, you notice others falling—spectral figures, their forms pale blue and translucent, like ghosts caught in the descent. High above, halos of radiant light bloom, their brilliance piercing the darkness. From these halos emerge towering beings, each about ten feet tall.

They are clad in armor reminiscent of valkyries, their wings enormous and majestic, feathers catching the faint light. A crown of thorns rests upon each of their heads, the sharp edges glinting in the glow. Their faces are smooth and masklike, without features, yet their bodies reveal subtle distinctions of male and female forms.

With an elegant yet unnerving precision, they dive through the void, their eyes fixed on the falling souls below. One by one, they select individuals, grasping them firmly yet gently, and carrying them back into the glowing halos above. Others are left behind, their descent continuing into the abyss.

It is an unsettling spectacle—a silent judgment of salvation and despair, delivered without explanation by these otherworldly beings.

Keep falling