As children, the lost souls gather in the big house where they come to rest. They lay on the beds and sleep, and dream wonderful dreams, of flower fields and the sea and the rainforests, only to wake up and tell their tales to one another. Silence reigns in all of the rooms, a dim light accompanies them and makes them all family, and they giggle playfully while dust dances among them. Whispers are the language they talk in; as sheep they follow the teachings of the Masters. They have forgotten their self from before. They will remain there for eternity, joyous to have found what they lacked in the company of their brothers and sisters; and again and again, they will fall into their peaceful slumber.