(no subject)
There is nothing where she exists, except for light, her body, and soul. It is not purgatory; that is a place she knows to be very much like our own existence. It is not warmly aglow and bathed in comfort like the Paradise she formerly resided in, nor the Heaven below it. The closest she can identify it with is Hell, in its harshness; but Hell is crowded with the souls of the vile and desperate. Here, she is the only presence, save for the occasional passage of The Keeper and her flock of souls deemed worthy of migration.
She spends her time in contemplation. Occasionally, she will sit outside the Entrance, but this fills her with a sorrow that would destroy a human soul. When she feels spiteful or vindictive, she will observe the chaose and destruction wrought by Least Creation and its spawn. The Others descend to visit with her, some out of pity, others of guilt. Her exchanges with them are brief and meaningless. Except with The Messenger.
To him, she will not speak.
She spends her time in contemplation. Occasionally, she will sit outside the Entrance, but this fills her with a sorrow that would destroy a human soul. When she feels spiteful or vindictive, she will observe the chaose and destruction wrought by Least Creation and its spawn. The Others descend to visit with her, some out of pity, others of guilt. Her exchanges with them are brief and meaningless. Except with The Messenger.
To him, she will not speak.