Liminal Space Travel
Exploring afterlife’s mysteries
The last thing I remember was metal crunching and glass shattering. Everything went black after that. I had no pain, but sensed something was wrong. When I opened my eyes, I stood beside the mangled remains of my car. It was all so surreal, like I was watching a movie.
“Is this what death looks like?” I said to no one in particular.
“Death? Not quite,” said a voice.
It was a man’s voice, deep and soothing and British. At first glance, nobody was there. My vision cleared and revealed a Harry Styles lookalike with a warm smile and beautiful brown eyes.
“You’re not quite dead yet, my dear. But you’re not exactly alive either.”
“Who are you? You’re not Harry Styles, are you?”
I felt a sudden rush of fear.
“I am Death. And I look and sound like whomever, however, you’d like me to look and sound. I’m here to take you on a journey. Contrary to some popular fiction, I never take a holiday.”
“What kind of journey?”
I was still confused.
“A journey …
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