I am happy here. Life is perfect for me. I have no wants. No desire is left unfulfilled. My thirst is always quenched, my hunger always quickly stopped. I never want to leave.

Will it last?

I had to die to get here. It was a tough life, but I lived it well. I had friends, I had a lover. I left behind a legacy that was good. The world is a slightly better place because of me. I have no regrets. My life was full of accomplishments.

Did it have a purpose?

I have others here. People from everywhere. They are tall, they are short. They are fat, they are skinny. They are man, they are women. They are real, they are imaginary. They move with a grace and caring. They care about me and I care about them.

Do they matter?

I still exist here. I did not disappear. My mind didn’t cease to exist when my body stopped working. I am never-ending. My story goes on.

Will I have a happy ending?

I am scared here. So many questions left. No one seems to know the answers. I try to find them.

Is there still hope?

Yes.