[ WP ] Heaven and Hell are often seen as above and below us , respectively . But actually they exists on different dimensions over lapping ours and each others . Everything was fine , but the dimensions are collapsing and heaven and hell are leaking into Earths realm and each other 's .

The church bells rang. Gershon looked around. He was alone. 
 
 *Who won? * he wondered. 
 
 
 “ No one, ” said the man. 
 
 
 Caught off guard, Gershon turned. It was hard to make out the man's face, but from what Gershon could tell, it was sweet. The man was draped head to toe in gold, and in the dying sun he shimmered. Gershon knew, this type of man never approached but only appeared. 
 
 
 “ Please don ’ t read my thoughts, ” said Gershon. “ Let us speak naturally with each other. ” 
 
 
 “ As you wish, ” said the man in gold. 
 
 
 Silence fell upon them as Gershon tried to recall the people lost. Their faces blurred as time moved them further away. 
 
 
 Gershon finally spoke, “ I saw the winged men lose, didn ’ t I? Are there any left? ” 
 
 
 “ No, ” said the man in gold. “ We must walk now or it will be too late. ” 
 
 
 Shoulder to shoulder they moved silently past the empty storefronts and deserted buildings. The city was small and the grassy hills just outside the city limits were darkening from the sun's growing shadows. They walked in their direction. 
 
 
 “ Where are we now? ” Gershon asked. 
 
 
 The man in gold frowned, “ With nightfall, it will only be the dark realm. ” 
 
 
 “ And before? Before today? Where was I? ” Gershon scrambled for the words, `` Is there any reason left in this world?'' 
 
 “ You should surely know that was earth. Find a way to keep your questions safe inside until the moment is right. There will be plenty of time for questions ” 
 
 
 They walked. Night was upon them by the time they reached the top of the first hill. A field stretched out into the horizon. Gershon lived in the city his entire life, yet he never recalled ever seeing this field. In fact, he seemed to remember a river here or maybe even mountains. Certainly not these green hills, but they're here now. They must have always been here. *Where are we? * 
 
 “ In darkness, Gershon. ” 
 
 
 The moon was the only light shining on the field. The pale glow uncovered the scene daylight had witnessed only hours ago. The bodies strewn about were beautiful but silent. A pitchfork reflected the moonlight revealing the crumpled wing it had pierced. The blood was silver and starting to congeal. A three headed dog slumped against the tree it was lassoed to with a golden rope. A tank, seemingly misplaced in this field of paranormal entities, was still. Bodies with red blood surrounded it. Cold guns lay on the ground with empty bullet shells sticking to the wet grass. 
 
 
 The man in gold kneeled down and examined the closest body, a bearded man dressed in white robes. He was bigger than any man Gershon had ever seen. A tear shed down the man in gold ’ s face. 
 
 
 “ When this day started, where were you? ” Gershon asked. 
 
 
 “ I was here, ” the man in gold answered, “ in this realm. What once was the'Light Realm' - But now the realm will change, just like yours. All the realms will be dark. We mustn ’ t stay here. Gershon, don ’ t you see? We are the loan survivors you and I. ” 
 
 
 “ The loan survivors? ” 
 
 
 “ Yes. The only ones who exist in our proper realms. Everyone else lost their chance to decide. When people die in your realm - earth ’ s realm - they then enter either my light realm or the dark realm. My realm has been compromised and with it, the choice is made for all who die on earth and need to change realms. They must always enter the dark realm now. When our realms collided, you saw the demons, the Minotaur and the other hell creatures enter earth's realm and simply destroy. And they did. They destroyed it all. Other than you, there are no more lives from this earth. They have all entered darkness. ” 
 
 
 “ But what about your realm? What you called The Light Realm? ” 
 
 
 “ In my realm, ” Gershon looked down at the bearded man again, “ they have all died in their own way as well. The realm is no longer mine. It now belongs to the darkness. ” 
 
 
 The field tilted upwards as they moved through the bodies. They were approaching the horizon. The moon was moving quickly through the sky, the night seemed to almost be over. Maybe daylight will break the sky in the east again soon. 
 
 
 “ If your realm is gone and my realm is gone, where are we going? ” 
 
 
 “ There are others. There are no limits to the realms. What you once thought of as the light realm - heaven in your terms - or the dark realm - hell. They are just two of the many realms that we inhabit. Earth is no more than a blip in our existence. There are others to visit. Other worlds. Every world exists in the same space, overlapping, reflecting each other, but each world and realm is its own unique existence. Today, our light realm, earth ’ s realm and the darkness overlapped. We could not survive. We lost. But we must move on to the next realm. We will find sanctuary in a world we do not yet know. But sanctuary and safety exist, and we will search and find it on another plane - in another realm. ” 
 
 
 The daylight did not break. Once the night ended, and the moon had settled, it rose again. This time from exactly where it had set. The man in gold reached the horizon, and both of them knew that what once started bright had ended tragically in this world. No more light - only darkness. 
 
 `` We are at the end. Where do we go?'' Gershon said. 
 
 
 `` Forever forward. Straight. Right on through.'' 
 
 
 `` Through the horizon?'' 
 
 
 `` Do you see another route?'' 
 
 
 `` But where is the entrance?'' 
 
 
 The man chuckled. `` We'll see, but that's where the arrow points. It ’ s the only thing to do. There really is no other choice.'' 
 
 
 The man in gold walked forward into the horizon - disappearing just like he said he would. The other watched not understanding but knowing he must follow. As the man in gold said, there really was no choice. Nothing to argue and nothing to say. A laughter filled Gershon ’ s chest but no sound escaped his lips. Life has disappeared and nothing made sense anymore. He followed the man forward, through the horizon, but on the other side nothing looked different. It was all the same. The same moon, the same stars, the same blades of grass beneath his feet. He saw the man moving forward up ahead. 
 
 
 “ Which realm is this? ” He yelled to the man. Silence answered. Gershon yelled again, “ We thought we were it. We thought our world was everything. We thought maybe there was a heaven or a hell, but nothing more than that. We were all fools. ” 
 
 
 The man finally answered, just a whisper but nothing was there to distract from his voice. “ You certainly were. But it isn ’ t too late. You are now all of man, and you are no longer a fool. ” 
 
 
 Gershon understood. Life was nothing. He was nothing. He was but a single man existing in infinite realms. What seemed important was now trivial, what seemed real was now nothing. They moved on to the next horizon.
