The land shone grandly in the golden red and orange glow of the sun’s fading light, as it sunk lower into the contrasting horizon. Across the vast expanse of hills and serene valleys the last bits of sun disappeared into pitch black, like a blanket of tar, with the exception of one lonely speck of a house. It was accompanied by a pure radius of white, heavenly light that never wavered, never blinked, never ceased. It shone like a beacon for all the lost souls who wandered the hill endlessly, the souls of the dead. For this was the no longer the land of living, but an infinite expanse reserved solely for the forlorn and judged ghosts of the past.