I'm consumed by an endless void of darkness, its parameters suffocating me like a shroud. The only sounds that penetrate this desolate silence are the muffled whispers of the wind and the soft, mournful thuds of soil crashing onto my casket. Each shovelful is a solemn reminder of finality, a cruel punctuation mark on the sentence of my life.
In the distance, I hear the faint, anguished cries of those who mourn my passing. Their sorrow is a bittersweet paradox, feeling both near and far, a disorienting reminder of the life I've left behind. Was I ever truly loved, or is it true that we're only cherished at the beginning and end of our lives?
Regret is the sole companion I take with me into the abyss. I've failed at every endeavor, lost myself, my honor, respect, and everything that once mattered. My life has been a meaningless, aimless drift, a series of wrong turns and missed opportunities. If only I'd known the right choices to make, perhaps things would have been different. But it's too late now. I'm gone. Finished. Dead.
And then, a jarring, electronic beep pierces the silence.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
A notification flashes before me, its cold, impersonal glow a stark contrast to the darkness that surrounds me.
"You have an incoming notification. Accept or Decline?"
I'm taken aback by the sudden interruption. What kind of notification could I possibly receive in the afterlife?