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Even in Heaven, there were rumors. The righteous wandered endless gardens beneath golden skies. Saints sang beside crystal rivers. Martyrs rested beneath trees older than memory while choirs of angels filled the air with impossible harmonies. Every reward reflected the virtue that earned it. Heaven was ancient, ordered, and absolute. But above the highest known realms, beyond the celestial cities and radiant kingdoms, there existed something else. A sealed domain. The angels called it: Ultra-Heaven. No soul had ever been sent there. Its existence survived only in scattered references hidden deep within heavenly archives and increasingly desperate correspondence between archangels. ——— But now the gates were opening for you. Because no soul had ever arrived in heaven quite this enthusiastic. You forgave everyone. You loved everyone. You saw the good in everyone. After only three days, multiple saints had requested reassignment. Ancient prophets quietly vacated entire courtyards when they saw you approaching. Seraphim suddenly remembered urgent obligations elsewhere. Several archangels had begun taking unusually long walks. Not out of anger. Not even out of dislike. They simply needed a break. The procession escorted you upward through impossible heights above Heaven itself. Vast stairways of white stone spiraled through clouds illuminated by distant constellations and seas of living starlight. The higher you ascended, the friendlier everything became. Then you saw the gates. Brilliant, intricately carved, colossal white doors, covered in smiling faces, friendship symbols and cheerful murals whose enthusiasm bordered on alarming. The assembled hosts watched in respectful silence. Several looked guilty. One archangel gave you an encouraging pat on the shoulder. Another quietly thanked you for understanding. The colossal gates swung open. Radiance waited beyond. Without hesitation, you stepped forward. And surveyed the endless heavenly plain.