Lucian stood quietly in the never-ending queue, his mind wandering as he absorbed the surreal reality around him. It felt like an eternity since he had first found himself here, a ghostly outline of his former self amidst a sea of souls. The murmur of conversations ebbed and flowed around him, each voice carrying fragments of lives long past—dreams, regrets, ambitions—all echoing through the endless line of waiting spirits.
Yet, despite the tranquility, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was shifting, an undercurrent of change in the very fabric of this place. It was as if the universe itself was holding its breath, waiting for something monumental to unfold.
