Shawn expected death to feel… darker.
Maybe a long tunnel with a light at the end. Maybe Grandma waiting with open arms and a plate of cookies. Maybe absolutely nothing—just the great black silence of forever.
Instead, he woke up floating on what appeared to be liquid moonlight.
It stretched infinitely in every direction, a glowing, endless ocean that pulsed softly like a heartbeat slowed to stillness. There was no sky. No up or down. Just the quiet hum of existence and the soft, surreal glow of the sea that didn't even ripple.
His body—if it could still be called that—drifted weightlessly on the surface. No pain. No breath. When he lifted his hand, he found no skin, no fingers in the usual sense. Just soft white light, shaped vaguely like him. Like a memory trying to remember what it once was.
"…Huh."
He waited for panic to crash in. Waited for fear, or grief, or that moment where people realized, I'm dead?! and began screaming dramatically like in all the movies.
But nothing came. No terror. No sadness. Just stillness.
Emotion, it seemed, didn't arrive here unless invited.
"Oh. So this is death," he muttered, his voice flat and detached, like someone watching paint dry from space.
All around him, other glowing figures floated across the sea—some upright, some curled into fetal positions, others drifting aimlessly like forgotten balloons in a calm sky. They looked like scattered glow sticks, each with a faint shimmer that told some kind of story long since lived.
Some souls lay completely still, as if in deep sleep. Others kicked occasionally, as though trying to swim somewhere. None got very far. Even movement here felt like suggestion rather than effort. A few spun gently in place like slow-motion ceiling fans caught in a breeze that didn't exist.
BOOOONG.
The sound echoed across the expanse, low and gentle yet impossibly vast. It vibrated through the ocean and into Shawn's chest—if he even had one anymore. It wasn't a chime or a bell exactly, more like the memory of a sound you once heard in a dream.
The liquid around him pulsed brighter, as though someone had just turned up the saturation on the universe.
And then, without warning, came a voice—not loud, but everywhere. Soft enough to feel like a whisper in his ear, yet vast enough to seem like it had been speaking since before time began.
"Welcome, newly departed souls."
A hush fell across the sea. The fidgeting figures stilled. Even the souls who had been twirling like malfunctioning weather vanes stopped mid-spin.
Shawn blinked—or did whatever passed for blinking in this soft white form.
"You have concluded your mortal journeys," the voice continued, smooth and unshaken. "Ahead lies reincarnation. But before departure, your records must be assessed. Your potential determines your next life. Your choices determine your path. Your will determines your weight."
"…Weight?" a nearby soul whispered nervously. "Do we get fat in the afterlife too?"
A groan. "Shut up, Henry."
The voice, either unfazed or used to being interrupted, carried on without pause:
"Some will ascend to glorious futures. Some will rest. Some will regress. Some… will be reassigned to lesser forms."
A ripple of silence followed. A few glances passed between souls—if glances could be made with featureless light-bodies.
"If anyone seeks true final rest—no memory, no return, no future—you may request so during your judgement."
"Ooh," someone muttered nearby. "The permanent off button."
"Henry. I swear."
Shawn didn't laugh—emotion still felt like something waiting just out of reach—but he mentally snorted. Even in death, there was always one Henry.
The voice continued, slow and steady:
"Once judged, you will receive a ticket to your destined carriage. The Great Train approaches. Each carriage leads to a realm, bloodline, or species. Your path is yours alone."
Train?
Shawn tilted his head. Way off in the distance—beyond the glowing edge of the world—something shifted.
A low rumble at first. Subtle. Then growing.
CHUGGG… CHUGGG… CHUGGG…
The ocean itself began to tremble softly. The sound rolled across the water like thunder without storm clouds. The vibration reached his toes—if he still had toes—and stirred something new in him: wonder.
And then it appeared.
A massive silhouette materialized out of thin, glowing air.
A train—no, a colossal train—was moving through the sky as though rails had been laid on clouds. It didn't travel across the surface of the water but hovered just above it, suspended in space like some divine engine built from myth and miracle.
Its carriages stretched impossibly far back, disappearing into the glowing fog. Each one shimmered in a different color—gold, emerald green, deep obsidian, royal blue, soft lavender, even one bright pink with ridiculous sparkles.
One soul gasped. "OH PLEASE LET ME BE PINK SPARKLE REALM!"
"You would, Henry."
Shawn felt the tiniest flicker of warmth—amusement? Nostalgia? Whatever it was, it stirred faintly in his chest.
This place was absurd.This place was… kind of amazing.And he loved it.
The voice returned, closer now.
"Judgement begins."
From beneath the glowing ocean, a wide platform rose. It carried the souls upward, lifting them into neat rows like an audience waiting for a show. The sea below stilled again, smooth as glass.
Shawn found himself standing—not floating anymore. He could feel something beneath his feet. Not quite solid, but stable. Anticipation, faint and unfamiliar in this place, began to curl in his stomach.
A glowing desk materialized ahead. Behind it sat… a figure.
The conductor.
He wore a pristine dark suit, the buttons gleaming with ethereal light. His face was hidden in shadow, only two golden eyes visible, glowing softly like lanterns in fog. There was no smile. No expression. Just presence—like a cosmic bureaucrat with a million destinies to process and no coffee breaks.
Beside him, a stack of scrolls hovered in the air. They unraveled themselves, floating patiently as if waiting their turn.
The conductor slammed one onto the desk with the confidence of someone who had seen it all before and was unimpressed by 99% of it.
"SOUL NUMBER 018428-DELTA—STEP FORWARD FOR EVALUATION."
Gasps. Murmurs. A few glowing heads turned.
A nervous soul shuffled forward, quivering like a jellybean during an earthquake.
Shawn tilted slightly, curiosity blooming despite himself.
The conductor unfurled the scroll.
A dramatic pause.
The ocean held its breath.
Then—
"CAUSE OF DEATH: TRIED TO PET A WILD BEAR."
A beat.
"…I thought it looked lonely," the soul mumbled.
"INTENTION: KIND. EXECUTION: IDIOTIC."
"Fair."
The conductor snapped his fingers. A bronze ticket shimmered into existence, floating gently into the soul's open hands.
"You get Forest Deer Realm. Limited intelligence, peaceful life expectancy. Next."
The soul gasped, then squealed. "OH SWEET I GET ANTLERS!"
He practically skipped off the platform toward a soft brown carriage, glowing with forest-green light, as if he'd just hit the reincarnation jackpot.
Shawn would've wheezed with laughter if he still had lungs. Instead, something like a chuckle echoed faintly inside him. Emotion had finally begun to return—just a sliver.
This place was utterly ridiculous.And he was fascinated.
"NEXT SOUL—STEP FORWARD."
The atmosphere tensed again.
Shawn didn't move. Not yet.Somewhere far in the line, his turn would come.
But for now…
He watched.And waited.
Judgement had begun.