The world is an unjust place, but to those whose deaths were premature, for whom their life has not lasted long enough to have their souls consolidate into a single world, floating words offering an olive branch are sent to their retinas to be processed by their brains.
It wasn't a blessing, but the worst of punishments.
To be one without a world to call home, to lead the life of a vagabond throughout the worlds with only a string of words acting as your goal in life.
Yohan was in the same situation, having died as an innocent teenager in a conflict between nations, as decided by higher-ups who will never witness the horrors of war or know of what their tabletop ultimatums cause to the common people.
Unknowingly to Yohan, who was now long dead, his death would mark him as the martyr who ended the war, a pitifully good ending to a story that should have instead ended with his peaceful blossoming into adulthood and mundane life.
All of this, however, was of no importance to Yohan, who was now in the midst of a pitch-black realm without any substance or matter surrounding him for all infinity, or anybody or senses to feel anything for that matter.
He was puzzled, as the last thing he saw was the bomb alert that came way too late on his smartphone and the earth-shattering ruckus and noises of war and bloodshed.
'Why am I here?' If this was heaven, then it was truly a scam.
He couldn't hear anything or see anything but he felt a sensation, similar to that of a ringing telephone, or the equivalent of the white noise old televisions made turning into comprehensible 'words'.
"Rule N°1: There are 50 worlds.
Rule N°2: Each world contains a breach to reach the next world.
Rule N°3: Progression is linear.
Rule N°4: Death is eternal.
We will wait for you at the top."
What these strange sentences meant, he truly didn't know.
But he wouldn't have the time to think about it as the emptiness of the surroundings was being shaped into a location familiar to the inhabitants of a modern world, the train station.
There were metallic train tracks and two platforms and unlike his fickle memory of this place, there weren't any shops and instead, just barren wilderness as far as the eyes could see.
This time, nonetheless, he had a body and he could move around freely.
There wasn't much to explore, however, and so he sat on a bench and fell into thought.
He didn't want to think about his death as despite his age, he would have too many thoughts about it and he didn't want to hold that weight on his shoulders any longer, preferring to depart peacefully where this train station would take him.
He then heard an androgynous voice announcing in a monotonous voice "The train will soon reach Station #45 - Mundi and depart to Station #44 - Elam."
Accordingly, a heavy-looking train arrived in front of him and the doors to the train opened.
Yohan stood up, whispered a prayer to himself, and walked to the train.
Before entering, he got the impression of seeing people inside but before he could perceive any more he felt his vision darkening, his body turning heavy and his cognition coming to a stop.