muse - Yukio Acerbi
Fandom - original psychopomp
word count - 157
prompt - 06 29, where
Where the Autumn Lands are is a mystery even to us pyschopomps. Somewhere between heaven and hell maybe? I guess it doesn’t really matter. It exists. I’m dead and the Autumn Lands are where I ‘live.’ I’m not sure why we need a real home or why I still have sensations of exhaustion and hunger, being dead. These feelings are even stronger when we have corporeal form accompanied by things like bodily wastes and other needs.
Maybe these lands exist only for our mental health. If it was too foreign, too unlike Earth, maybe we couldn’t handle it. We were after all, only human. There really was a dorm-like collegiate feel to the lands but with a veil of subtle depression over it. Instead of the party-hardy atmosphere, it was more like a staid boarding school. All things considered, being raised with both Shinto and Catholic beliefs, this wasn’t what I expected my after-life to be like.