I can't speak to how mine operates either, I'm afraid. The afterlife has been rather avoidant of me for a long time.

(It was the most casual he'd admit to his own circumstances. People had told him there was plenty of strange folk here, but he'd remain guarded until he could determine that in full for himself. This man seemed genuine, at least.)

Can you feel your own world? People say we are still tethered to home, but I can hardly tell.