Prologue.

  Death came, and I went. Though knowing the faiths whom hail back to Abraham, I hailed not the Cross, Moon, nor Star; yet, despair, of my neverending horizon rising, reaped in me a repentance out my final breath. It is here, by this seed of the grave, I receive a grace to begin fruition. In bloom, Providence sprouts my soul out the stalk unto eternity, and through a roundabout branch back into the After. It is here, by this pitstop before the light at the end of my tunnel, I bear the fruit of penance by stage: My Isekai Purgatory.