I woke up to the sound of the wind. No, it's not possible, no wind on earth could create such a terrible noise! It was like a cassette recording of a lion's roar, copied and re-recorded many millions of times. The sound was also peppered with occasional squeaks and screams, which made me wince every time they reached my ears. Curious, I opened my eyes and turned my head to the left. I almost jumped high into the air, because through the jungle mist I saw a vacuum cleaner. It rolled awkwardly back and forth, smoke billowing from underneath. The user of this decrepit machine soon appeared. A little old man was stumbling through the undergrowth. Its appearance was no more impressive than that of its device. It was as if his suit (if you could even call it that now) was made of a myriad of tears and shreds. I quickly dove behind a rock, hoping to go unnoticed. As the pained cries of the void grew closer, I peered carefully over the enormous stone. For the first time, I could see his face clearly. It seemed so familiar, and yet I didn't have the slightest memory of who this ragged old man was. My thoughts were interrupted by his voice. “Don’t be afraid, Joe, I’ve come to show you your destiny,” he said. The sound of his voice evoked a memory. That's it! He was the host of those old Oreck vacuum cleaner infomercials! But what was he doing in the middle of the jungle? Then I asked myself: what was I doing in the middle of the jungle? I decided to face the current situation. “I kind of want to wait until I understand my destiny…to understand my destiny,” I replied, raising an eyebrow, “That’s usually how it goes, isn’t it?” “Follow me, everything will be fine,” he assured me. “I feel… in the middle of a paper… they don’t have one,” my guide explained solemnly. “But where is the devil?” I asked, confused. “Relax, Satan was just created to scare people into being good.” “Okay, that makes sense I guess,” my eyes widened, “How do we get out of this?” Will God come for us or something? old. You are God now. Try it. I thought about floating and we started to float. The sad souls below began to grow smaller and smaller. Amazed, I implored, “It’s pretty cool, I guess.” Are there frozen pizzas in heaven? And the ice cream? Can I hit people? Or maybe reintroduce dinosaurs? » Below, the tortured celebrities sobbed, paying no attention to the two figures and the void, slowly disappearing into the boundless white above..