Citadel
I was lying with my face on the ground. Is that what I should call it? "ground"? It was not hard, nor even grainy. More like a soft fabric of silk which isn't jaggy or wrinkled anywhere, spread as far as eyes could see. White fumes around me reminded me of a morning mist at the lakes of my village. It felt as if I was floating on clouds. I got up to my feet. I walked. I didn't know the place, the direction, the purpose. Where the HELL AM I? "Heaven" a voice came from my behind, "Or something like that. I don't understand what you people down there believe " . A middle-aged man wearing a tight shirt with white pants was looking in a notebook as I stared at him curiously. "Where am I? What is this pla-" "Stop, stop, stop! So you are one of them ,huh? This isn't my first time dealing with someone clueless who bombards me with a bunch of questions." he spoke before even i could say anything. " Come on, follow me!"...