Paradise What are you allowed to take with you?

Part 0. Mirages.
Souls ascended slowly, smoothly, like a fuzzes in the evening air, and if you take into account their soft flicker, then like Chinese paper lanterns. Lanterns are usually launched into the coolness of the darkening sky, following the sunset. And now it was light and warm. The surrounding sky took on a calm rich blue hue, ready to let out the first sparks of stars. But it was not evening, there was no "down", "up" and "after". It was a sensation of soaring and aspiration upward. This movement seemed to say that it is infinite, continuous and you can enjoy it as much as you want, and even when it finally pacifies and saturates, it will still remain infinitely much. The friendly abyss, the same in all directions. Nice, but the farther, the more nothing, more spaciousness and peace. Although not. Still silence. No talk, no noise, no murmur of water, or even damn crickets ... But also no glass of cherry cocktail, no landscapes, no signs "The end of the settlement the Earth", "Paradise-2.5 km"... Silence, but where did these thoughts come from? Where did all the thoughts come from? Do we still have thoughts? What kind of rest with thoughts! The abyss swayed slightly, but as soon as the thought froze, everything around was again filled with peace, bliss, silent grandeur of hoarfrost, which people admire without breathing, so as not to turn it from bewitching sparks into colorless moisture.
The purpose of the journey remained invisible for a long time, until, finally, a pinkish dawn horizon emerged, announcing arrival at the upper level, or at least appearance at something new, and this “something” was definitely sublime, majestic. This landscape had been inviting to step on it, beckoned with a soft, luminous crimson warmth and a wordless hint that there would be no final destination on this path.
A new group of souls arrived quite large. Of course, it depends on what to compare, but 100-150 white tunics glowing from the inside - this is a more accurate picture than the festive procession of the whole city or two families on a joint picnic.
Glancing timidly around, they stepped onto the wide, milky-pink shore that stretched away into the distance. No one had a clue what to do next, but no one wanted to start eternity by polling opinions and voting " go or not go?"or" maybe we should wait for the bus? So silently decided to just go ahead. They slipped, passing through themselves a raspberry mist, carrying the expectation of an endless series of delight and pleasure. There was little surprise when two figures appeared towards them. They were slightly brighter and thinner, but in general they are the same as the new arrivals, except for the sparks of stars that remained on the path they traveled. In all hopeless logic, they were greeters. The crowd erupted in a General sense of relief. Perhaps ascension without an escort was a serious mistake in the Divine Plan, because freedom and loneliness drive many into a kind of depression! The arrival of the greeters allowed all of them to relax again and give themselves to the disposal of the guides. Or even so: under the responsibility of someone else. The distance was closing.
Out of the surrounding immense space, as from the depths of time, a distant rumble suddenly appeared and began to grow, as from a thunderstorm, when the cloud had not yet appeared even above the thin strip of forest on the horizon, but full of great power of nature.
This hum did not alarm, but intrigued everyone. Firstly, variety. Secondly, the thought "Is it really HE?" It was worth so much to believe and endure, now to make sure, to bow, be glad, admire, enjoy. And, although everyone looked in all directions, no one understood exactly where they fired from in a semicircle, the rails sparkled, and between a group of souls and two figures radiating light, a series of trolleys filled with smal black features stopped. The devils were bustling noisily and seething over the sides, and the audience felt like visitors to the zoo, when if the fence separating them from the herd of buffaloes suddenly stayed behind them. The appearance of a train with features did not impress on two bright figures. The atmosphere was filled with clatter, giggling, crushing, running around ... Not a paradise, but a spontaneous landing on a ship during the evacuation of the city in the face of advancing hordes of the enemy or the eruption of a volcano. The devils jumped, ran around, divided the crowd with pitchfork into smaller groups and pushed them into the trolleys.
- Free excursion to the Hell! All into the trolleys! Free tour!
Two more dark features jumped out of the nearest trolley, a fat one and a thin one. Tridents up, sharp tails, joyful energetic grimaces... It seems that giving up the trip was not possible.
“You will see everything for yourself, and you can even try it!” Doors are closing!
"Doors", that is, a huge cast-iron damper from a blast furnace with rusty bolts, cut the souls with a characteristic creaking screech, deafeningly clanged to the entire sky, and the trolleys rolled.
- I'm Koka, and this is Kotz. All the devils have names on "K", - fat Koka shared valuable and long-awaited information. - I am your guide for the next two thousand years!”
With this words, some souls began to drain unconsciously to the bottom of the trolley, others tried to rush overboard, but the rails, spun as an attraction in the park, shook everyone back.
“Everything that interested you, but what you were afraid to ask about ...” Koka did not let up, pouring journalistic cliches like a goat “peas”.
The trolleys flew forward. Not down, as you might have thought. Souls sentenced to non-fee contemplation of Hell, pinned down by such a turn, looked around, now and then returning eyes to his two new lighting companions. The two bright tunics behind melt like beacons in the fog, without a shadow of sympathy or reassuring parting words.
“Did those two look better?” - Koka asked cheerfully and with a spite. - Have time yet. Two thousand years compared with Eternity ... And what did you want to find in this Paradise? I bet everyone was preparing to wallow on the golden grass, on the cloud, spit down, sleep off ... What else is there? Yes, in general, almost nothing more. I can tell you a little about paradise. Want?
The audience revived and recover from shock.
- For your information: paradise is only what your imagination is capable of, and with it everything is usually bad, as with scripts in pornography. Entourage usually good, but the number of scripts - two or three? And Koka show his trident to the side of the audience and waved them from side to side.
“Well, maybe a little more!” he softened, adding to the trident his sharp tip of his tail, shaped like a classic harpoon. “Your dreams, who had them are a little better, but dreams are usually is a first reason what people meeting to us. With a hobby, a complete bummer. Now, who are you? An electrician? With electricity in paradise  complete order. No circuits or wires. And your hobby is a photographia. Is this a hobby? Whatever you think about - here it is, take it off. And to whom to show? Who needs you there with your masterpieces? And all your critics are already with us!
At this point, Kotz put down his instrument, sat down to the passenger-electrician-photographer, extended his paw forward and snapped his fingers, imitating the click of the camera. A photograph of 18x23 inches appeared in the air - a double portrait of Kotz and the shroud-photographer. Kotz scribbled the names in the corner of the photo, gently pierced the photo with his tail, and with a look of a cheerful conspirator asked: "Send this picture to yours to the Earth?"
This joke triggered the wild laughter of devils in neighboring carts. The devils laughed long and loudly, like a creaking tin can, and souls quietly choked on the semblance of laughter, but restrained as best they could.
“Tell us better how it is ... in Hell ...” one of the souls came out of the silence. The rest immediately invisibly divided into two differently minded halves in anticipation of what would be the result of such courage.
- Yeos! Katz mara yts! - Kots responded vividly apparently in his own dialect. - And what do you think? Hell, in principle, is more diverse and elaborated. There is nothing to imagine. It is what it is. You lie down in paradise with your belly upwards for about five hundred years - you yourself will also ask for us. Maybe right now? Deal?
Then Kotz jumped up to the questioner and clutchingly clawed the edge of the mantle. After a jerk of the soul to the side on the mantle, there was  a coal-dust spot with the seal of hell.
- Dont piss! This is not a contract yet. We’ll come now - we will wash you. We don’t really need you, sinless freaks! Sit!
Communication shake prompted another participant to the question. Apparently, he wanted to transfer the conversation from a risky practical channel to a less provocative one, like an innocent curiosity.
“Has anyone realy seen you on Earth?”
- Ah ... No. We do not jump out of moonshine bottles. - answered Koka, crossing his legs and preparing for an interesting conversation.
“Why are you the same as you were painted there?” Is this also our imagination?
“We are really such as we are.” They just guessed there. If you take you, your ancestors and cockroaches in their heads, mix everything... What should  be the result? That's what He really is - no one guessed a damn thing.
- And if you go to hell - is it forever? - the question was heard from behind Kok, and Kok suddenly became serious. He slowly turned around, looked at “Curious №3 for the whole trip" and measuredly ordered:
- Kotz, dear! Scratch this passenger a couple of sins such as trading ...
Kotz jumped on board the trolley, spread wide his paws to the sides and screamed:
- Barookkaaa!!!
A gray winged cloud thickened above the trolley, then, starting from the middle, it spun and opened. Through the residual veil, the pages of an open book appeared. After turning over several pages filled with rows of vertical sticks, he found an empty spot and twice struck paper by his trident.
Everyone turned to rustle, with which the soul crawled to the bottom of the trolley. Koka tucked her into the forks and laid her back on the bench.
- Haha! Well, it turned out six, not two! He hiccuped.
The cloud swept into the distance by a headwind. The knocking of wheels stopped.
“Well? Shall I unload you all, or will you unload yourself?” - with a meowing Vietnamese accent Kotz screeched, taking the trident at the ready. From a sudden stop, everyone froze and did not even look around. Trolleys were surrounded by a bubbling wall of living black mass, from which hundreds of pairs of eyes glowed and two hundreds tridents protruded.
- Excursion! - Koka explained, and the enthusiasm of the station staff spread to their previous occupation. Along the apron along other routes the same trolleys with coal moved. The paths were rounded, the trolleys toppled over to the center of the giant funnel, where coal was sucked in with dust. Despite the dusty load, everywhere was clean, cool and fresh. Practical dark gray color, typical station architecture, but incomprehensible, boundless sizes. The station did not stand on a surface. Therefore, the rails and walls did not go straight into the horizon. Station square coiled into a spiral like a snail and rushed to no one knew where. Everything happened inside this snail.
- Get in line! - recklessly, as a sergeant, Koka commanded. - After the buffet - sightseeing, Museum of Honored Sinners, trial torture ... Absolutely safe and entertaining! Group photo and departure back to places of Eternal boredom.
- And 2000 years? -
-  It was a joke! Follow me!

Part 1. Darkness.
- Where I am?
- In Paradise. - a Voice answered from impenetrable darkness, similar to my own.
- Why is it so dark?
- And what did you bring with you?
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(Translating in progress. The original version in Russian is published in my profile as "The Moment of Eternity". Basically, I've finished the plot, but I'm a little afraid to make a real big novel out of this story.)