Neon's observatory of their inner cosmos :O

  PART 1
The man with no name, watches from afar; he watches the house on the hill from the dark underside of trees, under the dark blanket of night,
lit faintly only with pale moon and starlight, and the house glowed from within, its lights on even at such a late hour of the night.

The man with no name was one of the few indigenous people of the world of limbo, and was a very serious man who only had the capacity to care for
his business- yet under that faint glow from up above, unlocked a sort of sentimentality in him- yet, he still knew he had to break the news to his friend:
the news that his friend would be moving on from this world of limbo... as a decision had been made about his place in the afterlife. It was not the man's job
to know where this would be- his only job was to get the residents of limbo to fill out the paperwork before moving on to their final destination.

So, with a million emotions swirling in his heart, he began slowly to walk towards his friend's house, carefully considering how to break the news delicately
yet professionally as ever- he knew after the day was over, he would have to continue his work like everything was the same as ever the next day.

So, he began walking towards the house, walking through the green, walking up the stairs and walking up to the doorstep. And then came that fateful knock of
the door. "Hello. I'd like to speak to.."

  PART 2
"Hello, I'd like to speak to Mr #A9A9A9", the man from limbo said at the door after knocking, with a slight emotional waver in his voice. Which was unusual,
for he almost always had a flat tone when speaking.

Mr #A9A9A9 recognised his friend's voice and knew that in the world of limbo, there was only one reason that any temporary residents would get a visit to their
home. It was illegal to visit homes there for any non-business-related reasons. And the only business to be had was to be informed that you'd have to fill out
paperwork in order to move on from the world of limbo. The emotional waver in his friend's voice caused him to feel the full gravity of the situation immediately.

Mr #A9A9A9 opened the door and invited the man with no name inside. Both of their every gestures exuded ambivalence: relief, uncertainty, hope, worry- they knew 
a huge change was about to be set in motion.

"So," begun the man with no name "you know why I'm here I'm sure.." Mr #A9A9A9 nodded. "But as I've known you for a long time and we have bonds of a sort, I'll
offer you a choice. I'm only given 5 opportunities in my infinite lifetime to do this so I want you to consider what I have to say carefully." continued the man
with no name.

Mr #A9A9A9 knew no matter what choices were presented to him, he had made his mind up that he would leave limbo at the first opportunity. "Go on.." The man with
no name took his cue to continue speaking "You can either fill out the paperwork for moving on, without knowing if you're going to heaven or hell… or, you can
choose to stay here."

Mr #A9A9A9 had been wishing to leave limbo for a long time, even if it meant hell. For he was so sick of the neutrality and lack of intensity in the world he 
currently resided in. He would give anything to be free of emptiness- even if it meant to suffer endlessly. And yet, he suddenly found himself questioning that
belief. "What.. what would it mean though? To stay in limbo. I've been told in heaven, you get your true name revealed to you, in hell, the one wish you can be
granted- at the price of additional peril- is to have the memory of your Earth name restored. But if I stay in limbo, will I be like you? With no name and with
endless work?"

The man with no name was keen to answer any questions his friend had. "Depends on your role. You can be a messenger that travels realm to realm, experiencing 
your given name or true name or lack of name depending on where you are. You can be a grim reaper who can choose from a bank of secret names, working for 100,000
years before being granted access to heaven, only when on leave from work or when you eventually retire, which would be when the Earth realm collapses. Or you can
work as an admin or provider of paperwork here in the world of limbo, where your identity will remain as the shade of grey you have been allocated; if you choose 
this role, the only chance of having a name again would be if you ultimately decide you do want to fill out the paperwork to move on. But you'd still risk going 
to hell."

Mr #A9A9A9 had the look of deep thought on his face. After a few moments, he spoke. "I… I can't stay here any longer. Not even if it means missing out on the 
eventual payout of being guaranteed going to heaven if I sacrifice a bit more of my time by working here."

The man with no name was not expecting such a quick decision to be made "if you choose to move on, there is no reversing the decision.", he tried to hide his sadness
at the anticipation of returning back to loneliness.

Mr #A9A9A9 replied "I'm absolutely sure that I would like to move on. I need to know my name, and to feel something, anything."

The man with no name responded back. "I'll arrange your transport for next week and I'll have you fill out the forms I've brought you now… I suppose this is 
farewell, my friend."

"Goodbye."