The moment I set foot on Mictlan's campus, my brain had a full-on meltdown. Imagine a mash-up of a carnival, a university, and an otherworldly rave.
That's Mictlan—a chaotic yet oddly harmonious megahub of afterlife academia.
I barely had time to process it before Agnos, my feline companion, sauntered forward like he owned the place.
Ghostly spirits floated lazily like gossiping clouds. Skeletons bustled about, clutching scrolls and snacks that defied the laws of...everything.
Above us, a massive golden axolotl swam gracefully in a levitating aquarium, its shimmering body casting ethereal reflections across the plaza. It blinked at me with an unsettling kind of sentience before flicking its tail and continuing its loop.
A spectral figure in a sleek uniform approached, their glowing eyes narrowing at me and Agnos.
"You're not new souls," they said, their voice carrying a touch of accusation. "Why were you crossing the New Souls Terminal?"
