Very, very simple fantasy literature, short in length.
The inspiration comes from the dream that I have had over the years, which is the one closest to the definition of a beautiful dream. Dream or reality? Hallucination or conjecture? None of this matters. Just know that death is not the beginning and definitely not the end. When you wake up at three in the morning, can you tell where you are? What will happen again?
Purpose: I would like to write this article to commemorate my death at the age of eighteen.