Fairy Lights

The afterlife that I imagine is a field of twinkling lights. Each warm, flickering sphere is the soul of someone who passed. Surrounding them is a vibrant web born from the bonds they made on earth. The souls cannot think. They cannot stress, or become anxious, or feel pain. But they feel the pull of the lines that connect them. The warm red of a romantic love, the playful gold of the love for their children, a calming green joining them and their parents, and a deep purple between them and their friends. The souls feel love. They cannot see their memories, but they remember the feelings they had in the moment. There is no animosity or embarrassment between souls who shared a lover, and no mourning left for those the souls lost too soon. The only thing remaining is the warmth of life spreading through each chain.