Certain calamities have befallen the mortal world. What was once the River Styx is now an unfathomable ocean. A million weeping souls, pouring in every day, that the shores can barely sustain. A wave of tears spills over every end, bow to stern, begging for mercy, praying for safe passage. But not every soul can pay, and these old hands can only carry away coins.

But one day, the current shifted. Wave after wave within minutes on the end of millions, billions, as if the world's throat had been cut wide and its head twisted back to speed up the current. I had no time to react. The fatigue of my endless work, took me and I slipped beneath the rolling sea, into the depths of Ocean Styx, my fate sealed by the pressing masses of endless bodies.

Suddenly, a light so bright as the Lord himself appeared, escorting me out of the darkness, mighty arms that held me, with such compassion and warmth that I had never known:

“𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔫𝔢𝔢𝔡 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔣𝔢𝔞𝔯, 𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔫𝔢𝔯. 𝔜𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔣𝔞𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔣𝔲𝔩𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔊𝔬𝔡 𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔴𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲; 𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔢𝔡 𝔞𝔟𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔩𝔶. 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔦𝔰 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤, 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔬𝔡𝔶 𝔫𝔢𝔢𝔡𝔰 𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔱, 𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔦𝔱 𝔴𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔏𝔒ℜ𝔇'𝔰 𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔢𝔰.”

His gentle words cleansed my pain and healed my wounds. My face in tears of relief, my words muffled by the weight of my duty. I could only lie in reverence as majesty carried me in his arms.

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝕲𝖆𝖇𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖑, 𝖍𝖊 𝖎𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖎𝖓 𝖒𝖞 𝖉𝖆𝖗𝖐𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘.