PoV Diego
"Welcome back, dear guest! Shall we finally pick the theme for the next ten stages?" The small angel asked us the moment we stepped into the large spiral place where the doors of our stages were located.
"Yeah, let's get this over with as fast as possible. Draw the next bullshit line of words that will attempt at our lives for the next half a year." I responded to them.
They did their usual show, making stuff appear out of nowhere: a table, a bunch of boxes, a spinning wheel, a glass bowl full of folded tickets, and a dark box full of purple sand.
"Who's going to draw the next ticket?" Asked us one of the angels.
"Satsui, you're up next."
"What's the wheel for?" he asked them while also pointing at the box full of sand.
