"And yeah, that's how it goes, young one." An old man says, coughing as he sits on his rocking chair. An eleven-year-old boy sitting on the cold wooden floor is filled with curiosity, desperate to know more. He turns his head, eyes filled with wonder. "But why? Why does one always come out? Why not two come back? Or no one does?" The old man glares down at the kid's curious eyes, grinning as he shifts his body forward. "You sure are a smart one, I'll tell you that." He chuckles, which turns into coughing. "Do you really want to know?" The kid nods aggressively, his posture more stiff. "Yes! I must know!" A long pause, the wise eyes stare at the clueless eyes. "Alright kid, you asked for it." The old man rests his back against the wooden chair, rocking back and forth slowly. He looks up at the blue sky, watching the clouds pass by slowly. "There's this legend about this old place, where you never leave." The kid's eyes light up, unsure what that means. "You see, this ain't no ordinary old town these folks think it is. It's more than that, son. The moment you step foot here, it's already happened." The old, bearded man looks down at the kid, pausing. The kid's expression is confused and unsatisfied. "What has happened?" The old man let out another chuckle, looking up at the sky. "You already aren't coming out." The kid stands up, panicking. He steps close to the seated old man, eyes full of fear. "I can't stay here forever! I want to go to the city when I grow up! I want to explore the world! Are you saying this place is cursed?!" The old man glares at the kid, staying quiet. His expression turns to amusement, but with slight annoyance. "You didn't let me finish, son." The kid heavily breathes, his chest expanding. The breathes calm down, the kid takes a slight step back. He sits down again on the wooden floor, creaking. "That's better." Old man whispers, chuckling again. "Now, where was I?" His focus goes back onto the lovely blue sky, taking a deep sigh. "When you come here, live here, whatever your business is for being here, you aren't leaving. Your soul remains here. A reminder to all the folks long after we've passed, we still are here. Understand what I'm saying, boy?" The old man looks down at the curious kid, smiling. "B-But, what about heaven? I want to be in heaven." "This is heaven. You found it." The old man coughs violently, covering up his mouth with his elbow. "My apologies." The kid's eyes light up again. His eyes filled with disbelief, alive. "This is heaven?" The old man weakly nods his head, smiling. "Yes, son. Legend says, this ol' town, this is heaven. It sure doesn't look like it, but you will know when you pass. Once it's time to go to the afterlife." The old man groans as he sits up, leaning his body toward the young boy. His eyes filled with optimism. "Go to the city. Live your life, young one. I will see you here when you finish your adventure."