10

Amidst the portal of resentments, among those who were between life and death, many of the dead whose spirit was between the barriers of life and death, were waiting for their souls to disincarnate and leave their bodies, among them, one of the residents among the mists, where he was having a cup of tea in that misty garden between a huge castle...

There, when he woke up on a lawn wrapped in a thick fog, in which he saw himself only wearing hospital pyjama’s, it was Josh..., at that time, when he was thinking about his life or not life.

- How long ago did I die? – He questioned him.

The woman in black, wearing a long dress sitting at the table, in the middle of a cup of tea.

- It has been 10 years. - She said.

- All this time? – He questioned.

- What happened? – He questioned him.