Deep inside a cool, misty jungle there’s a clearing where a Structure stands - an ancient, pillared archway made of marble and wrapped in gnarled vines. It’s almost 50 feet high. There’s an odd but fragrant electrical energy in the air surrounding it. A symphony of bells over several octaves heralds its stately presence. It doesn’t matter what time it is - there is no actual time here - but it feels like evening. The Structure seems to be an entrance to something, some great portal to…what? Is that heaven in there? We’re not even sure it’s real - but then again our frame of reference regarding ‘reality’ seems to have shifted just a bit.

…what is that there, on the other side?