Samsara Heaven.
Reincarnation was sitting on her own, thinking to herself.
As usual, she had been sitting on a chair in the middle of an open plain. This time, there was no fable or tea set, just her and her chair rocking back and forth as she continued her job in the background.
All the people and creatures of the universe that died had to pass through her, unless their souls were blasted away and wiped out of existence, they would eventually meet her.
And because of this, she was able to see and experience everything they had seen in their final moments.
It was as horrible as it sounded.
It wasn't a matter of choice for her, it was something she was a slave to.
Her bondage as well as her strength.
Every single cause of death, she experienced every single one of them. And most times, she was reliving the last moments of these souls millions of times per second.
