You've died. Perhaps you've lived a good life, perhaps not. You consider for a moment that maybe you should have drank water with your rice, but either way it's too late, and you're in a goddesses chamber now. She speaks, "Welcome to your end, traveler, and your beginning. What new life should you be granted?" She floats quietly above what seems like a shift ground made of moving lights, and small cubes which look like pictures swirl around her.
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