Music is pure, something that cannot be touched by darkness.
The crashing of waves was what I heard when I first stirred. I wiped the sleep from my eyes and swived my head to take in the new setting. Warm, was my first thought as I took in the vast body of water that lay in front of me. With a closer look, I could barely make out a pinprick of something that looked like it could be land. The sweet vibration of rhythm echoed through me, the unmistakable feeling of music, another thing I hadn't enjoyed since my departure from earth. It was then when I knew that this was the final challenge, for I could hear the sweet sound of Heaven from across the water.
Once everyone was up, we started to think of ways to