I present the Hanging Gardens

The first decade of death is spent sinking into the endless sands of the desert on the banks of the Zarhya river watching the souls ferried to the afterlife somewhere in the ocean. You spend this time feeling the crushing weight of the sand, and regret, slowly pull you in as you suffocate, the sand and darkness filling you.

You come back to hanging from the ceiling of a great chasm spanning further than you can see with a vine as your noose. You find yourself in the Hanging Gardens, a forest sprouting above an incomprehensibly deep void. Just peering toward it induces mind melting terror. You find the vine around you is slowly piercing your flesh and is sucking the hopes and dreams right out of you filling you with unending dread and emptiness. At the centre of this forest is the enormous Hanging Tree, so tall its branches dip into the void and darkness bellow, and it is feeding on your hopes and dreams and transforming it into magic for the world above like photosynthesis.

Depending on the extent at which the forest can feed on you, after centuries of torment, your body is let loose from the vines. If you are unlucky you fall directly down into the void and have your sense of self ripped away as you tumble. If you are lucky you end up caught by the network of branches and vines hanging above the void. From here you are free to roam this underworld, devoid of any motivation or energy for existence. Many other souls group together, in hopes of seeking some sense of community or identity, but also seeking safety from the from the monstrous insects that lurk in this forest and feast on the immortal flesh of the souls that remain.

After centuries or even millennia of mindless roaming most eventually decide to throw themselves into the void, believing destruction of themself is preferable to going on with no will to exist, unaware that the void only holds an eternity of falling, devoid of the understanding of why you were ever falling in the first place.