I stepped into Elysium, and a long staircase leading down appeared before me. As I descended, the very air around me felt... too perfect. The kind of perfect that made me uneasy.
Golden light bathed everything, like a constant sunset that never quite set. The architecture was otherworldly, each column and archway more magnificent than the last.
My heart skipped a beat, not from awe, but from the sheer weight of this place—the aura of virtue pressing down like an invisible hand on my shoulders. It felt like I'd just entered the most divine, unapproachable part of the afterlife.
Not the kind of paradise you'd find in a vacation brochure, but the kind where you can't get away with anything.
It wasn't just beauty—it was righteousness with a capital 'R'.
Everything sparkled.
