Once, a child was born rather extraordinarily. Whenever her anger got the best of her, fire or lava would explode from her hands. Her parents loved her, and loved her gift, but others in her village were fearful of such a powerful child, and with good reason, because she could rarely control her powers.

One day the village elders made a plan to protect the village from the girl. They were to trap her in the woods and leave her to live in isolation.

The mother pleaded with them to change their minds, but they refused. So, at sunset the mother led her daughter out into the deepest parts o the woods and left her.

Confused and scared, the girl sank to her knees and tears rolled down her cheeks. The earth listened to the sorrow of the girl and gave her a way to be able to watch her family and village, but still be safe.

Soon, she was turned into a volcano. Whenever a volcano erupts, it is the temper of the daughter inside bursting.

At the end of life, that's where you'll find it. After your heart stops and your breathing ceases, after your blood stops flowing and your body stills, that's where you'll find it. It is an end and a beginning—an end to everything you've ever known, and a beginning of everything you've never known.

After your vision goes dark, you'll know you're on the correct path. You're in a tunnel, a dark tunnel, full of warm shadows and velvet opacity. You'll spend some time in this tunnel, alone with yourself, alone surrounded by dark nothingness. You'll realize you were never afraid of the dark, you were afraid of what nightmares stalked beyond your vision. You were never afraid of the night, you were afraid of the creatures that used darkness for their advantage, cloaking themselves in shadow until the very last moment, until you were nothing more than a bloody morsel. You were never afraid of the shadows, you were afraid of what they might contain. And these shadows contain nothing but themselves; these shadows are pure darkness. You'll find comfort in that darkness, in that tunnel. You'll find a greater sense of peace than you ever knew on earth.

Then, after you've found that sense of peace, that pure comfort, that total rest, you'll see a light appear at the end of the tunnel. It calls to you, it beckons you, and you'll find yourself moving toward it. You'll pass through the darkness, slowly, without haste. The shadows part ahead of you, and you thank them for their gift of peace.

As you draw closer to the end of the tunnel, the light grows more brilliant. It's the softest light you've ever known, yet also the most radiant. It has none of the harshness of days on earth, none of the sun's unforgiving scrutiny. It is soft, and promises acceptance. It is radiant, and promises love.

You'll step out of the tunnel into a beautiful meadow, and you'll feel at home. Clear mountains and blue lakes, vibrant forests and white beaches. Do you remember the fantastic lands you dreamed of when you were younger? Do you remember the magical places you wanted to visit? You've made it. You've made it. You can smell the ocean and the wildflowers. The air is clean and fresh, and when you inhale with a new set of lungs, you'll feel more refreshed than you ever have before.

Waiting for you in the meadow stands someone familiar, someone who crossed through the tunnel many years ago. The last time you saw them, they were gaunt, frail, lost. They did not remember you, they did not remember themselves. They faded slowly, painfully, until they said farewell. And now, they stand before you, healthy and happy and full of joy. They will welcome you to this beautiful new world, and you will feel true ease, true contentment. You'll realize that everything is okay, that everything was always okay and will always be okay. They'll take your hand and guide you forward, laughing and smiling all the way, to meet all those you lost before. You'll be at home in a wonderful new world, a world where you'll never feel this terrible pain again.

And that's what happens. Not so bad, right? There's nothing to be afraid of, I promise. We all pass through the tunnel eventually, crossing over into new and different lands. You and I will meet again; we'll reunite in that beautiful meadow, and we'll embrace under an endless blue sky in a better world.

Goodbye, for now. Say hello to the other side for me, will you?

Every person in the area knows the deceased’s announcement of death and starts preparing for the ceremony.

Preserving the body has a horrible smell so the priests left the tents.

The brain is not important so they removed it.

They even removed the internal organs in each of the canopic jars (Horus’ four sons protected these jars).

Drying out the body in the sun for forty days after they put natron in the body and stuffed the body.

Mummifies the body with linen and the priest prays for each wrapping.

Crying more is equivalent of supports from the deceased’s family and friends.

Priests performed and the deceased’s performed spells so the deceased can move onto the afterlife with their belongings and the Book of the Dead (spells).

Weighing of the Heart will testify to the deceased’s heart balance with the Feather of Truth. If not balanced, Ammit will devour the heart.

There is a scene in the movie Gods of Egypt where the Scale of Justice affects the deceased’s heart to go afterlife. You will be seeing a twist on the riches provided by the deceased instead of their heart versus the Feather of Truth. Followed by the “Gods of Egypt: All Anubis Scenes” link to a video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tzDUxLThjVc

The picture above describes in the link https://www.crystalinks.com/egyptafterlife.html Look at the section titled "The Funerary Scene" where the scribe is judged and his heart put in the scale and meets Osiris, Isis, and Nephthys to the underworld. That is how the Ancient Egyptians practiced mummification and the heart is important to the underworld.

The fifth Alice was a lonely girl from Wonderland

She walked, around all alone, nobody in hand

Her only desire was to finally be adored

And at last, she got her wish, and was never bored

But soon all the attention made her wish that they were dead

Once again, her wish was granted and all of them bled

Alice ran into the woods and was never see again

Sometimes you still hearing her crying in the lonely rain

The woman who doesn't know she's beautiful. Her outfits are always described in some sort of sexual/erotic way - how her dress hugs her hips, she bites her lips and laughs, her eyes dancing. The majority of the time it's women's outfits described, and I could not care less what the character is wearing.

Not every piece of fiction has an LGBTQ+ character(s), and it doesn't happen all the time, but sometimes I'll be reading, a character will be mentioned to be gay, and a few possible things happen sometimes.

1. The only reason they're there is to be The Gay One. They have no other personality, except for "Yep, I'm gay" like it's fine if it a large, important part of your identity, but people can have other traits.

2. They die. "Hi, I'm gay-" and boom, dead. Not a fan, makes me scared that if I talk about my sexuality in public that will bring upon the end of the world.

3. They're creepy. It's fine to have LGBTQ+ villains/anti-hero's (I admit a lot of those are my favorite characters) but if they act weird/inappropriate relating to their gender/sexual identity, in a way that makes it seem against people who identify as that, I can no longer read that book.

Are there more? Most definitely yes, but I can't remember them at the moment.

There is a place, far from earth, far from space, existing beyond the reach of those alive. To travel to this place, you must first cease to exist, leave your earthly body behind and listen. You must listen until you hear the sound of deaths slow whistle, raspy and shrill. Death will come to find you, long black cloak trickling behind him like water.

For Death to send you to the place you seek, you must tell him how you died, tell your death as if it was a movie. Create twists and turns, it will have to be as engaging as possible for Death to deem you worthy, Death can be picky at times.

Once Death has sent you on, you will travel the light road, it will be as bright as a star, white beams create patterns over the sky, however you cannot dwell on the sights, follow the road as fast as you can, but never run otherwise they will suspect something. Along the roadside spirits sit and beg, you must not speak with them, they are trapped for a reason, never intended to reach the other side.

At the roads end is a vast lake, black liquid laps the shores, a rickety wooden boat sits bobbing on the current. It is here you must have faith, close your eyes, think of flying and breath in and out deeply. If you can do this right, you will take off over the lake, your great feathered wings beating. Look back if you dare, and you will see the ocean demons peer at you, hate blazing in their eyes, pulling the boat back beneath the waves.

Now near your journey's end shall you meet the dueller. An old spirit, though with the energy of a sprite, she will not speak until you ask to pass, tell her that death has sent you, if she accepts this pass by her and enter the void. If she refuses tell her that Nomed has sent you. She will now move aside for you to pass through, and here is where the story ends, though I am sure you are wondering who I am my dear human... For I am Nomed, ruler of the second realm. demoN of all evil.