It’s a kind of “limbo,” where the lost souls of the dead typically go on queue for Heaven or Hell. Imagine a vast, silvery, star-filled void or a shifting landscape with colors and beauty beyond physical comprehension, replete with floating islands, cities, mountains, streams, flowers and trees. There is no gravity here, and it is largely composed of energy, allowing for easy movement. Time is distorted or non-existent, and objects can appear as translucent or fleeting. The landscape is not fixed, but rather a reflection of the inhabitants' thoughts, desires and emotions.

Beware astral spiders!