… only a cesspool of imagination, allowing for complete creation of an entire afterlife, removed from the normal constraints of reality?

Or perhaps, a limitless plane of nonexistence, allowing only for natural thought to prevail over actual corporeal things, provoking wordless discussion on unimaginable atrocities?

Maybe it’s only a twilight, a crossing point, a halfway between the light of reality and the dark of death, or the poorly lit quality of the waking world and the infinite shine of the lands of eternal slumber.

Could it even be described? The afterlife couldn’t possibly be explained in mere words, as words have simple meanings, bound by the mortal plane and systems of mortal thought. Maybe…

… the human race
cannot discover
what happens at death.

Is there a twilight?
Existence?
Or only