Passengers

On the riverbanks of Limbo, one can peer through the small slits of their burial mask to just make out the glow on the other side of the watery divide. Simply a boat ride away lies eternal bliss. It is known by many names, but for now ‘Afterlands’ will suffice. These lands however, are not for you. Nor for your colleagues. They are only meant for the goodsouls that are eagerly waiting for a gesture from you, allowing them to take a seat in your vessel that’s bobbing patiently on the oddly coloured water.