In an instant, a big gust of wind appeared out of thin air, causing Brad's hair to whip around his face.
The wind lashed out with such force that a portal was opened before him. The man in a black suit beckoned for Brad to come with him.
Brad, feeling fragile and panicked, glanced back to see his lifeless body mangled under a truck. The rush of emotions overwhelmed him as he struggled to accept the fact that he was dead.
The man in the black suit looked at Brad with a reassuring smile and even winked at him—a gesture that seemed out of place coming from a figure resembling the grim reaper. Gesturing for Brad to enter the portal, the man in the suit followed close behind as the portal closed with a soft hum.
Feeling disoriented, Brad asked the man, "Where are we?"
The man replied,
"Welcome to the Threshold."
The Threshold was a surreal place suspended between breath and eternity. The atmosphere was eerie, with a dull green-gray light illuminating the surroundings. The ground beneath their feet felt unstable, shifting from stone to ash to glass with each step. Whispers filled the air, echoing the thoughts of the dead.
Reflective surfaces revealed faces that portrayed different facets of each soul's identity.