An icon of what? Is it shaped like a person?

In a kind of semi-abstract way. Seems to be someone with a beard and an object that is probably supposed to be recognizable if you're familiar with the conventions according to which it has been stylized.

Maybe it's Jesus.

Ho hum. Does the bus even have like, the radio on.

It does not. It stops briefly at a truck stop, long enough for bathroom breaks or to explore the convenience store.

She doesn't have any money but she's curious what they've got in dead-people convenience stores, she'll swing through after she pees.

They have generic offbrand Pocky and sesame candy and tomato soup and some kind of flatbread that looks like if pizza and the abstract concept of grimdarkness had a baby, and things like mini packs of tissues and cleaning supplies and a selection of books that aren't in English and tiny notepads with comically oversized pens in the shape of cartoon characters.

Does the grimdark pizza have an ingredients list?

Is there a proprietor who might be receptive to a sob story?

It does have a proprietor, who can also translate the pizza's ingredients list from Basque. (It's some kind of vegan squid ink onion thing. The ink is conjured and was never associated with an actual squid.)

"Interesting, I wonder why squid ink would be more popular here... do you have a policy on freebies? I got hit by a van this morning and I usually process my, like, feelings, about things, such as being hit by vans, on paper, but while my jeans are here my backpack with all my notebooks isn't."

"...Yeah, okay," he says softly. "I'm sorry about the van."

"Thanks." She takes a notebook and a pen. "If an opportunity arises to pay you back I will."

"No need but thank you."

"Of course." She gets back on the bus before it leaves.

More rolling hills. More farms. Artichokes, garlic, apples, pears, apricots, few signs of any staple crops. The city draws ever closer and the bus eventually stops near a gate made out of one extremely giant pearl.

Wow. Pearls have never been her favorite gemstone and frankly in this application it looks like plastic to her but it's abstractly impressive!

The gatekeeper would like to offer her a map and the ability to speak all languages.

"Yes please!"

It's not translation; she now actually knows every language she can call to mind enough of a sample of. "And here is your map," the gatekeeper says in Numu. The map zooms in on things she looks at.

"Oh wow, that's so cool, I can't wait to learn magic."

The gatekeeper smiles at her and then waves her along and offers the same things to the next person.

She wants...

...a place to sit down that isn't a moving bus, so she can write.

She's in one of the newer districts, mostly tall skyscrapers. There are benches in that shaded sculpture garden over there.

Perfect.

She's fucking dead. She doesn't really approve of it. This would still have had all the cool parts in seventy years.

The sculptures have nothing to say about that.

As expected.

She studies her map.