Post by Sadie on Nov 20, 2009 14:48:19 GMT -5
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It is the unknown we fear
when we look upon death and darkness,
nothing more.[/center]
Everything seems perfect. Disease doesn’t claim the lives of innocents.
Starvation is a thing of the past. War is unheard of. Crime is rare.
Muggles live in blissful ignorance of the Wizarding World.
Everything seems to be in harmony.
There’s just one catch…
You’re dead.
You’ve woken up to find you’re in a strange place. It seems like your home.
It looks like your bedroom, your linens, and your drapes. Then suddenly it
hits you- you’re not supposed to be here. You died. It’s clear as day now, the
memory of your tragic death. Just then there’s a knock at the door and when
you answer you’re greeted by a friendly face from the Ministry of Magic.
“Welcome to the Mirror,” the representative from the Ministry says. What
everyone expected to happen after death: heaven, reincarnation, and various
other theories, were false. Your soul has taken on the appearance of your body
at the time you were happiest. You’ve only just noticed your youthful hands and
how your body no longer creaks with old age.
Your life will continue, in a sense. There’s Quidditch, the Ministry of Magic, and
people have jobs which are plentiful. People are encouraged to pursue what they
love. Strangely, the afterlife is like life – without Death and without the feeling
of time being against you. Everyone from the days of the founding of Hogwarts
and through the Wizarding Wars is here.
Things in the Mirror are not always what they seem. A Death Eater in life may
just want to run his potion shop without disturbance and forget all the terrible
things that he had to do in order to survive. A member of the Order of the
Phoenix may be criminal, heroics long forgotten. Former heroes may wish to
live eternity in quiet bliss. Others may find courage they did not know they had.
People who were only legends may be your next door neighbor. The pretty lady
flirting with you at the bar may be one thousand or sixteen. In the Mirror, the
possibilities are endless. There’s just one question:
What will you do with eternity?
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It is the unknown we fear
when we look upon death and darkness,
nothing more.[/center]
-Albus Dumbledore
[/SIZE]Everything seems perfect. Disease doesn’t claim the lives of innocents.
Starvation is a thing of the past. War is unheard of. Crime is rare.
Muggles live in blissful ignorance of the Wizarding World.
Everything seems to be in harmony.
There’s just one catch…
You’re dead.
You’ve woken up to find you’re in a strange place. It seems like your home.
It looks like your bedroom, your linens, and your drapes. Then suddenly it
hits you- you’re not supposed to be here. You died. It’s clear as day now, the
memory of your tragic death. Just then there’s a knock at the door and when
you answer you’re greeted by a friendly face from the Ministry of Magic.
“Welcome to the Mirror,” the representative from the Ministry says. What
everyone expected to happen after death: heaven, reincarnation, and various
other theories, were false. Your soul has taken on the appearance of your body
at the time you were happiest. You’ve only just noticed your youthful hands and
how your body no longer creaks with old age.
Your life will continue, in a sense. There’s Quidditch, the Ministry of Magic, and
people have jobs which are plentiful. People are encouraged to pursue what they
love. Strangely, the afterlife is like life – without Death and without the feeling
of time being against you. Everyone from the days of the founding of Hogwarts
and through the Wizarding Wars is here.
Things in the Mirror are not always what they seem. A Death Eater in life may
just want to run his potion shop without disturbance and forget all the terrible
things that he had to do in order to survive. A member of the Order of the
Phoenix may be criminal, heroics long forgotten. Former heroes may wish to
live eternity in quiet bliss. Others may find courage they did not know they had.
People who were only legends may be your next door neighbor. The pretty lady
flirting with you at the bar may be one thousand or sixteen. In the Mirror, the
possibilities are endless. There’s just one question:
What will you do with eternity?
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