Jade was laying on a bench in the courtyard. His honey colored hair was spilling over the sides and onto the ground around him. He was dressed in white robes that were parting at his chest from his position.

He was dead, but not lost. He belonged here. This is where he was directed, but what was he supposed to do now?

It was serene and peaceful around him, so he didn't move. He just looked up into the sky where things were a little brighter than he expected.