'Where do you think we go when we die?'
Depending on where you are and who you ask, there can be as many answers as their are stars in the sky.
But, that is the way things are on Earth.
On Tayar, everyone knows where weary and innocent souls go upon their dying day.
Nowhere.
The souls of the innocent dead inhabit the very world around them where they once roamed.
The belief is that they become part of this world's stability, and help to hold it together.
They enrich this plane; making the grass greener and healthier, the water fresh and ever clear, and the air as soothing as a mother's gentle call.
Some would say that this is the true magic of this world; a pure and untouched rest that can be appreciated by others to come for as long as there are others to come.
