Pipes

Jeffrey had done it—been welcomed into Heaven by God Himself. Angels led him through a door, into his forever home: an all-white room. In the distance, massive pipes jutted hundreds of feet into the air at seemingly random angles, ending in fragmented shards, like a giant had snapped them in half. Bridges ended in midair, apparently unfinished. Asymmetrical spider-like animals scuttled over the landscape, bumping into the broken structures, dripping some dark fluid. In any other circumstances, he would have called it…well, ugly. But this was Heaven, and he’d no doubt grow to see it for the beauty it was.