H e a v e n

The rough crags of Broken Stones give way to lush grasses, covering the ground in a thick carpet. The only appearance to a living horse that anything is different in the area where the metaphysical realm of Heaven is located it a slight uprising in the eastern portion of Broken Stones. To a deceased equine, on its way to the afterlife, would see a winding hill that begins to lose its rocks and stones and become a rich emerald. Once the hill was topped by the horse, the sight of vast valleys and sparkling lakes appears. Trees, larger by far than their counterparts in the physical world, stretch their boughs out, sweeping the ground in a gentle caress. In the mornings, soft fog flows over the land, hiding the sod that holds no dangers to any equines here. It disappates by noon and by night, stars and an ever-full moon ride the cloudless sky. The ruler of Heaven can decide when rain falls or when the sun shines, the grasses never wither and die, the lakes never run dry. No evil can penetrate this place with malcontent.