The Planes of Light

Imagine an endless flat field of golden grass, stretching out forever and ever. This is where the souls followers of Deus may go after death, and where they themselves reside. For while all would see it as an honour to go the plain of their patron, not all would actually find comfort in this endless peace and serenity.

For in the Planes of Light, there is only the soft colours of the evening sky, and the glimmer of golden fields.