"We've arrived," Angel announced nonchalantly, handing Soul a crumpled list. "These are the heavenly rules. Follow them. And, oh, there's this big, bright light at the center. That's the Creator, God to you mortals." Angel yawned and floated away.
Soul was alone in a void of nothingness. Impatience flickered in his ethereal form. "God, huh? Can I wish for stuff?" he asked the empty space. "Absolutely," Angel's voice echoed, a distant whisper. Then silence.
A mischievous glint appeared in Soul's essence. "Let's try a small wish," he murmured. With heartfelt sincerity, he pleaded, "Oh, radiant and omnipotent Light, transform this void into a paradise of joy and comfort." As soon as the words left his being, a lush, vibrant forest materialized before him, teeming with life. Deer grazed peacefully, birdsong filled the air, and a gentle breeze carried sweet floral scents. Soul was mesmerized.
Hunger gnawed at him, a strange sensation in this new existence. "Let's see about food," he mused. Instantly, a delectable-looking cake appeared. As he took a bite, ecstasy washed over him. It was like tasting the universe.
Loneliness crept in, a familiar ache. "No need for company," he decided, reinforcing his solitude. Yet, a yearning for intellectual stimulation remained. He longed to delve into unfinished stories. After all, in this realm, anything was possible.
With a thought, his favorite novels materialized, complete with the missing chapters. As he immersed himself in the worlds of his beloved authors, a peculiar sensation began to overtake him. It was as if his consciousness was expanding, reaching beyond the confines of his ethereal being...