Literature
Francis Origin Snippet
Heaven, if this was Heaven, wasn’t anything like Francis had expected. There were no clouds. There was no shining, golden light. And the only creatures that could be counted as angels floated silently to his side, their mechanical heads down in what he could only assume was prayer. And before him stretched what he could only conceive as the very definition of the word ‘infinity’: a confusing and awe inspiring mess of dark and light, of matter and space, superimposed with the light of a billion blazing suns shining like pinpricks through the blind eternities.
Francis shivered. Or, at least, he thought he did, because when he