Francis Origin SnippetHeaven, if this was Heaven, wasn’t anything like Francis had expected. There were no clouds. There was no shining, golden light. And the only creatures that could be counted as angels floated silently to his side, their mechanical heads down in what he could only assume was prayer. And before him stretched what he could only conceive as the very definition of the word ‘infinity’: a confusing and awe inspiring mess of dark and light, of matter and space, superimposed with the light of a billion blazing suns shining like pinpricks through the blind eternities.Francis Origin Snippetin Literature
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Francis shivered. Or, at least, he thought he did, because when he actually turned his attention inward rather than outward it came as a sudden shock to realize his body didn’t exist, and all of his being was nothing more than a thought that had given itself a name, an identity. And that name was Francis Godfrey.
“Where am I?”
His voice, a silent wail through the space between seconds. Not sound,