Hmm. Interesting place. So, this must be the afterlife. Everything is so white—white marble walls, white marble floors. The only thing not marble is the ceiling, which is just endless billowing clouds.
Light seems to pass through the clouds, giving the place a natural morning glow. It's not cold and not hot either. Just the right temperature.
I tried to clasp my hands, but they passed through each other.
Yep, I'm definitely dead.
The robed man beside me told me to sit in a judgement seat.
Now I'm sitting in a seat inside a huge circular hall, surrounded by famous people—legends, heroes, and others who have shaped history.
I recognize each of them instantly, like seeing old family or friends. I know who they are, even though we're not close. It's a strange feeling.
It seems these heroes are here to judge those who made a significant impact on the world. Apparently, I'm one of those people.
Before they decide if I changed the world for better or worse, they want me to explain my life, especially the last day of it.
They want to know how I would judge myself.
Before we judge you, you must also judge yourself. You are your own greatest judge. Your truth is your reality. Tell us your truth. Tell us about the day of your death." The main judge said.
"No problem, but before you judge me based from my actions, you would need to know what kind of world I came from. The world I came from is not just black or white. Most of it is gray. So forgive me if this might take a while."
"Sure, we literally have all the time of the world." The main judge smiled patiently.
He looks like a young man in his middle 20's. I don't recognize him in the list of heroes and legends in our history. Must be a pretty important guy for him to lead the host of heroes in heaven.
I continued with my story as the hosts listens.
(To be continued)