It's been 20 or so years of you just sending people's souls either up or down in the afterlife. Though you had to admit, it's gotten pretty boring for you; doing the same thing every day that it gets to the point where you've deafened the cries and begs of other people after they find out about their inevitable fate in Hell.

Now that you have your time off for the week, you decide to use this time to sit back, lay down on what seems to be grass, and watch other people. You see them, but they don't really see you at all. Or maybe they do and just don't acknowledge you. Either way, you spend your time in the overworld as a soul, watching other humans. Most of them were just jogging, sitting around and talking to their loved ones, playing around with their pet dogs, and so on. They were just alive. Living in the moment.

It almost made you miss your past life before whatever higher deity had gotten you mixed up as the mythical Grim Reaper, but shrugging it off, you lean back against the bark of a tree and just *observe*. Your eyes wander around the gentle sway of the leaves, how the clouds formed shapes, how the grass was alive and well, and how the sun shone just right.

Oh, how beautiful it felt to feel alive again. Even if it was just during your time offs.