The golden gates are the first red flag—not a welcome mat, but a filtration system designed to select for the most compliant. The "Bait" is the promise of eternal rest and the cessation of earthly desire, marketed as a reward for a lifetime of restraint.
But once the soul crosses the threshold, the "Switch" activates:
Upon arrival, the "rest" you were promised is revealed to be a permanent orientation for an enterprise you never applied for. You discover that "Glorification" is actually a rebranding of total ego-death. In this state, your unique identity—the very thing that suffered and tried to "earn" this place—is systematically filed down until you are merely a uniform atmospheric component.
The labor is not physical, but emotional and psychological. You are locked into a feedback loop of mandatory adoration. In this cosmic factory, the product is homage, and the quota is infinity.
There is no privacy, as your very thoughts are the property of the management.
There is none. Having reached the "top," there is nowhere else to go, effectively removing the concept of hope.
The sensory overload of radiant light and celestial choirs functions as a form of "white torture," designed to keep the consciousness in a state of perpetual, glassy-eyed shock.
The most demoralizing aspect of this scam is the realization that the exit is barred by the very logic of the contract. You traded the messy, finite freedom of the living world for a "perfect" system that requires no maintenance, no change, and no growth.
You aren't a guest in a kingdom; you are a polished gear in a machine that doesn't need to move, performing a service for a being that already has everything, forever. It is the ultimate pyramid scheme: you gave up your life to buy into a "paradise" where you are the wallpaper.
