Welcome to the waiting room, you who have passed on in from the living world.
Waking up, or at least, the closeted thing to waking up…dying one moment, fading away into the darkness, then opening your eyes and finding yourself here…you look about you. To those of the modern times, the rows of chairs back to back, along with the stacks of magazines piled on the side tables, the front desk…this is the reception and waiting area of a hospital. To those of past eras of old, this is just some sort of unfamiliar room. Regardless of time and space, you all notice the soothing ‘clean smell, not so much a smell as instead a lack there of. The area is well lit, but the window’s outside show…a blackness, and to some, a dark blue, dotted in pinprick sized lights. Stars.
There are a few others in this area, all dressed and styled in their time and place’s clothing, sitting in the chairs and waiting pleasantly enough…and you feel like you too are waiting for something. From the depths of your mind, you know that you are waiting for your next chance at life. Reincarnation. You may look over at the front desk, and meet the petite receptionist’s heart shaped face. She may smile at you, and somehow, feel like she is confirming to you ‘yes, this is the afterlife’. You may be looking about you, peering over at the others more carefully…at the same time, others are looking around, even at you.
Sitting between the Viking and the samurai, Allison blew over the dainty porcelain cup of steaming hot tea, before bringing it up to her lips to drink deeply. The woman wearing a tennis outfit across from her took hold of the metal rod to the side, and tended to the hearth, poking the fire back into a more energetic form of life. Life…something so distant, and yet it never left them. Even now, after their death, they felt ‘alive’. Grounded to what they once were…? Or maybe death hadn’t kicked in, not for them, unlike those with their numbers.
Slapping a hand on the ground and pushing herself up, Allison waved off the other’s looking over at her curiously, and proceeded over the tatami mats. Another samurai nodded at her as she passed, acknowledging her before stepping out into the snow, as she continued to another screen door. Pushing it open, she stepped out onto the cold cobbled stone of the dark London streets. Weaving around the horseback riders, armoured, naked, cloaked, and/or bleeding…she stepped into an alley and wrenched the first door open. Stepping out of the cold alley, her feet met the carpet of the waiting room…one of many, connected to many more. There seemed to be a number of new people today.
Waking up, or at least, the closeted thing to waking up…dying one moment, fading away into the darkness, then opening your eyes and finding yourself here…you look about you. To those of the modern times, the rows of chairs back to back, along with the stacks of magazines piled on the side tables, the front desk…this is the reception and waiting area of a hospital. To those of past eras of old, this is just some sort of unfamiliar room. Regardless of time and space, you all notice the soothing ‘clean smell, not so much a smell as instead a lack there of. The area is well lit, but the window’s outside show…a blackness, and to some, a dark blue, dotted in pinprick sized lights. Stars.
There are a few others in this area, all dressed and styled in their time and place’s clothing, sitting in the chairs and waiting pleasantly enough…and you feel like you too are waiting for something. From the depths of your mind, you know that you are waiting for your next chance at life. Reincarnation. You may look over at the front desk, and meet the petite receptionist’s heart shaped face. She may smile at you, and somehow, feel like she is confirming to you ‘yes, this is the afterlife’. You may be looking about you, peering over at the others more carefully…at the same time, others are looking around, even at you.
Sitting between the Viking and the samurai, Allison blew over the dainty porcelain cup of steaming hot tea, before bringing it up to her lips to drink deeply. The woman wearing a tennis outfit across from her took hold of the metal rod to the side, and tended to the hearth, poking the fire back into a more energetic form of life. Life…something so distant, and yet it never left them. Even now, after their death, they felt ‘alive’. Grounded to what they once were…? Or maybe death hadn’t kicked in, not for them, unlike those with their numbers.
Slapping a hand on the ground and pushing herself up, Allison waved off the other’s looking over at her curiously, and proceeded over the tatami mats. Another samurai nodded at her as she passed, acknowledging her before stepping out into the snow, as she continued to another screen door. Pushing it open, she stepped out onto the cold cobbled stone of the dark London streets. Weaving around the horseback riders, armoured, naked, cloaked, and/or bleeding…she stepped into an alley and wrenched the first door open. Stepping out of the cold alley, her feet met the carpet of the waiting room…one of many, connected to many more. There seemed to be a number of new people today.
