[ WP ] A device has been invented that allows the user to gaze upon Heaven or Hell . Hell is terrifying , and those who see it often need counselling . But their terror pales compared to those who witness God 's domain .

The room was blank, and white. The only thing to give me spatial perspective was the headset in the center, dangling over a plush black leather chair. I couldn ’ t even see the corners of the room. It felt like standing in the center of an eternity, and when I turned to look for the door, nothing. Unbroken infinity. 
 I sat down and pulled the headset down, strapping it tightly under my chin. At first, I thought I was blinded, but when I looked down, I could see my body and the chair beneath me. Everything else was inky black blankness that expanded with heart-breaking emptiness. I was sitting in the center of an unlit universe, alone. 
 “ Hell, ” announced a young woman ’ s voice, whispered through the headset. She sounded sad. 
 “ H-Heaven, ” she said, her voice almost cracking with a sob. 
 The darkness rose like a curtain, drifting away with a velvet flourish that let blinding light pierce my eyes. It felt like an hour before I could see again, but when my eyes finally gained enough confidence to flutter open, I was left speechless. I was sitting in the middle of a green and blue panorama, the most beautiful pasture I have ever seen, bordered with lush sloping hills, all languishing under the calm warmth of a mid-summer sun and the azure skyline. And there were people too, the populations of my every dream and memory. My childhood friends were there, still hectic with youth; my dead grandma was talking to my dad, both somehow in the prime of their maturity. Every person I have ever known and loved, everyone who journeyed with me through life was here, in this range of the dead. Almost like they were waiting for me. 
 But I wasn ’ t there. My hands, my legs, the chair I was sitting on, it was all gone. I was gone. They walked through me like I didn ’ t exist. I ’ m honestly not sure if I did. I ’ m still not sure if I do. I was just a pair of eyes, an intangible perspective floating a few feet above the ground. I tried to cry out, but no one heard me. I tried to move, tried to find the clasp on the headset, tried to escape. But there was no clasp, and I had no fingers to find it with. I was there for a small eternity, struggling for a while and eventually slumping into either madness or depression or acceptance, I ’ m not sure I can tell the difference anymore. 
 They were there the whole time. At first their presence was my only solace. Eventually I grew to hate them. God, I hate them all. 
 Finally, the vision disappeared, the headset unclasped itself, and I was in the white room again. I ’ d almost forgotten about it. The woman ’ s voice was calmer now as she said, “ Goodbye, ” and the door popped open behind me. 
 I haven ’ t talked to anyone since. My parents have left a few voicemails, and I think even my ex-wife is worried about me. I never want to see any of their fucking faces again. 

