[INTRODUCTION - VHS STATIC, DISTORTED AUDIO] A grainy screen flickers. A voice, deep and warped, crackles through the static. "Rise, O faithful. Your time has come. Welcome to eternity." The screen clears, revealing an infinite, white void. The dead rise from the grave—millions of souls, their faces filled with anticipation. Some cry tears of joy, hands raised in worship, awaiting the golden gates. Others collapse in relief. They have made it. Then, the sky shifts. The whiteness fractures like a shattered mirror, revealing an abyss beyond. A deep, endless blackness. And in that blackness, something watches. [BROADCAST - CHURCH SERVICE FROM NOWHERE] A pulpit stands in the void. A preacher, whose face flickers in and out of focus, speaks with unnatural calm. "Brothers and sisters, you have been deceived." Behind him, the cross melts. The pages of a Bible flicker, shifting between languages never spoken by man. "The Book was never meant to save you. The prayers we...