A child with luminescent eyes and pale skin would be wandering the night streets without even appearing to understand what was going on, only what was and was not. They seemed young in appearance but something about their appearance would be unsettling to any who viewed them, so much so that most might ignore them if their gaze never met the child's eyes. Any who weren't prepared for it would simply be entranced by the light in their eyes, to the point of fixating on it until the child walked past them. Despite their abnormal nature, the child would eventually reach the mass of nothing and gaze upon it. "This...lacks light. It is my duty to provide it with light until it's full. Fear not, for soon nothing will be nothing but light." With that said the child would enter into the void of nothing without hesitation or fear.

The Void Nothing. It's cold, but warm. It's dark, but bright. There is nothing, yet there is everything. The senses are somehow simultaneously deprived and overloaded. In the span of time that it takes to cross the void, somehow the scale of the world has shrunk. This is a stretch, as the only feeling any entrant in the void is the feeling of being ripped apart and carefully reassembled with the grace and finesse of a bulldozer. "Your journey has met its end, you may rest now." This voice echoes from seemingly nowhere, as there is nowhere to be. It is warm, calm, soothing. It carries no malice. The peace the voice brings is soon dissipated as the void is exited. The two are met with fields of green, mountains, streams, a forest, all familiar, all calm. The light of the stars in the sky is bright, and it is beautiful.

The child would show no fear or pain at this sensation, merely accepting it as a natural transition. As they hear the strange phrase and reach the other side curiosity would begin building up within them. "An end? I am unsure of what that voice was inquiring. This place seems like a good place to begin a journey rather than start it." The child looks around the new area, trying to best absorb their surroundings without any bias towards any of what they see. However, the minute they see the stars in the sky the light in their eyes seemed to grow brighter momentarily. They wouldn't even be paying any mind to the other who had come with them as everything else was far more interesting to them.

The New World Was there a cave, it'd simply be a standard cave. But there wasn't. Instead there was a silhouette in the distance, small but growing larger. Eventually, this shape would be a man. Human. Given the nature of the method to get here, his somewhat simple attire seemed strange. His calm demeanor was also somewhat off putting, but regardless, the nearer he got the clearer his features became. He was a middle-aged man with a wide smile. Soon enough, he'd be simply a few feet from the two. "Ah, guests... Welcome to the afterlife." Those simple words. Those words he spoke with quiet strength. They bore with them a revelation, one that many would refuse to accept, yet his voice was pure and earnest. He said them so casually one might think it hard to believe to be a lie.

Meian stared at the man and almost seemed to try to imitate his smile but was unsure exactly how to make his face shift, in the same way, resulting in a somewhat awkward smile. "Yes, I am known by my master as Meian. So, is this the afterlife then? How strange, I do not remember being rendered incapacitated and neither did I think myself capable of existing afterwards. Due to my lack of insight into this place, I shall take your word for it though. I am curious why the afterlife seems so pleasant though? Does this relate to the concepts of heaven and hell?"