BLAKE’S P.O.V
There was nothing. No sound. No pain. Just that hollow silence that stretches forever. For a while, I didn’t even bother wondering where I was. Maybe I was dead. It didn’t matter. At least the pain was gone.
Then a soft hum broke through the silence — low, calm, almost like a lullaby. And that was when the light came.
It didn’t explode. It poured. Silver, cold, soft as water. I opened my eyes and found myself standing in it. Floating, maybe. The ground was gone. The sky wasn’t even a sky — just a wide open space full of stars that felt too close. It looked peaceful, but it felt wrong.
I stared into the endless glow and sighed. “Great. Either I’m dead, or someone’s trying way too hard to make heaven look dramatic.”
A voice answered, smooth and calm. “You always were diffi
