She remembers being hit by a van.

And now she's in a place of pearly light, lying in a bed of flower petals, on a hillside with vibrant grass and natural-looking white stone. There's a little stream and waterfall. In the distance, a vast set of gates, seemingly made of white and gold.

Someone is waiting at the obvious path down, facing away from her. They have a golden halo, a horizontal hoop above their head.

She remembers being hit by a van.

And now she's in a place of pearly light, lying in a bed of flower petals, on a hillside with vibrant grass and natural-looking white stone. There's a little stream and waterfall, and perfect, fluffy looking clouds framing the deep blue sky. In the distance, a vast set of gates, seemingly made of white and gold.

Someone is waiting at the obvious path down, facing away from her. They have a golden halo, a horizontal hoop above their head.

She remembers being hit by a van.

And now she's in a place of pearly light, lying in a bed of flower petals, on a hillside with vibrant grass and natural-looking white stone. There's a little stream and waterfall, and perfect, fluffy looking clouds framing the deep blue sky. In the distance, a vast set of gates, seemingly made of white and gold.

Someone is waiting at the obvious path down, facing away from her. They have a golden halo, a horizontal hoop above their head. They have big, white wings, neatly folded against the back of their robe.