Heaven Stand Script Link

Soul steps off the stand. The podium dissolves into light.

SOUL My good deeds. My suffering. My reasons.

SOUL So I fall?

The podium becomes a mirror. Soul sees their own face, then flickering images of people they’ve hurt.

GUARDIAN No. You are held.

SOUL (V.O.) They said heaven would be rest. No one mentioned a stand.

A soft, timeless light. A wooden podium – the “Stand” – floats above a cloud floor.