Jena doesn't even know where she was heading to. The white colored pavement underneath her feet seemed endless. She could not remember anything, but she was sure that her soul has left her body long ago.
She couldn't cry.
She couldn't feel happiness or freedom from the human realm.
She could not feel anything.
She was no stupid either. Her mother read her stories of the heaven and hell, and she was glad that she had ended up in the purer side of the three realms of the universe.
What what beholds in that realm for her?
Maybe she could spend the rest of her soul-life here, doing absolutely nothing and wait for her soul to find a new body, or simply perish in the warm hands of the God and his angels.
Angels...
At the thought of that, a minuscule sound erupted from the back of her being.
"What..." she questioned to herself, turning around to find no one, but she bets on her literal soul that she heard a flattering sound of a pair of wings flapping. The silence was so clear that Jena could even hear the flapping of a butterfly's wing, and she wonders where that sound actually unfolded.
That was when she caught a glimpse of a feathery structure.
A feathery structure...
Realisation dawns upon the young lady and she is mesmerized by the fact. Her soul showed no response, but her consciousness was making her feel blissful.
SHE HAS WINGS!
"Oh my God." Is only what she could muster and utter, monotonously.
She thought of angels, earlier, and now when she thought of her wings, they flapped around intricately.
"It listens to my commands, I see." She grasped the technique, pretty quickly. She touched the white, delicate feathers of her own outgrowing out of curiosity, the wings and the texture being so smooth and soft like a pair of fluffy clouds, even though her consciousness does not remember how clouds actually feel like.
After her curiosity session, she looked forwards at the eternally glowing cave, and she wishes to reach the end and meet the God and his angels, at last. Jena tries to think of a suitable command for her wings to levitate herself in the air, or the fog of the heaven, she can say.
"Lift me up in the air, gently." She says to herself in asmall voice, hoping her thoughts are just as coordinated and her wings would seem to work. Surprisingly, she did find herself lifting off of the hard surface of the ground beneath and almost a feet above the surface in the air.
Her terrain felt...different.
Not once had she experienced the comforts of an aircraft or the adventures of gliding across the atmosphere. She was too busy with proving the world that a woman could get education, irrespective of her status and gender.
Slow fluttering of her wings were just enough for her being to levitate and stay loyal to the air than the ground. Jena was willing to overcome forward, and so, she angled her wing beat and slowly flailing them new pair of her bodily attachments, she advanced forth.
She looked at the glowing, endless cave in front of her, and then at her wings behind her back.
She decided her destination.
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The cave, which seemed endless and possibly the mouth to eternity, Jena was completely sure that at least one of the angels would have said hello and welcomed her to heaven, or hell, she was not sure. She wanted to geher humanly emotions back, for it has been an absolute chaos in her mind because she wanted to laugh and cry but her being did not allow that for a peculiar reason, and she was frustrated upon that.
"Angels, o heavenly creatures. Please, someone respond to me. I'm clueless." She uttered and wondered.
Do all the souls who reach this realm look around for angels and guardians or is it just herself? She also wonders about bumping into a fellow soul, but that did too, seem impossible.
"I don't even know where I am now." She says to herself, looking back and assuming a spot to be the spot she woke up and started realizing that she was dead, indeed.
'Help will arrive, child.'
The sudden voice in her head made her flinch mid air, and the surprise made her wings to flail around vigorously, startling her.
"Oh my God! Please calm down!" She said to her wings even though they were hers and belonged to her being.