Between Time and Eternity

  Oh No… This Isn’t Heaven The room is dark. Not dim. Not shadowed. Dark in a way that feels heavy—like the absence of hope itself. You expected light. You expected relief. You expected gates and choirs and reunion. Instead— “Welcome,” a voice echoes. There is no warmth in it. You glance down. You’re still you. No luggage. No phone. No credentials. No polished résumé. No titles trailing behind your name. Just you. “Step right up. No reservation needed. Judgment has already taken place.” Your stomach tightens. You open your mouth to explain. Surely there’s been a mistake. You were responsible. You were decent. You paid your bills. You avoided a scandal. You volunteered occasionally. You believed in something. Didn’t that count? “No bottled water. No coffee mugs. No portfolios. No jewelry. No degrees. No bank statements. No house keys. No business cards. None of it transfers here.” The voice continues, calm, almost amused. “The make and model of your car? Doesn’t matter....