"Welcome to the end of the world," said a voice coming from a bright light from so far away.
"This is the end of the world?" I asked the voice.
I have no mouth, yet I'm able to speak.
"Indeed. This is the end of the world. Or at least, the end of your world."
"So I really did die?"
That's too bad. It hasn't even been a year since I've achieved my dream of becoming a policeman. What a waste.
"So, what is there for me next?"
Most likely, nothing.
Is what I thought.
"I'm granting you a choice."
"A choice?"
"Your right as a soul is to be reborn again in your world. The choice I'm granting you is to be reborn in my world. A world that's also dying."
"Dying just like me?"
"Perhaps."
"Why would you give me that choice?"
"A fair question. As my world is dying, you would struggle to live in it. But I ask for your help."
"If help is what you need, then I'll accept. But as you might have seen from my death, I'm not really impressive. I can only help a grandma cross the road or find a kid his cat."
"I'll give you the means to do more."
"That's possible?"
"It should be easy for someone like me."
"I see. Then I accept."
I still want to help the ones in need.
"You really are kinder than anyone. Even much kinder than me. I'm glad I chose you."
The voice suddenly sounded melancholic.
"What's wrong?" I asked it.
"Nothing is wrong. Human, I'll give you your mission."
"My mission to help your world?"
"Human, I want you to help repopulate my world and replenish it with life."