At the edge of the realms, Arun stood before a great river of light. On its far shore, souls prepared for rebirth. Mothers awaited children yet unborn.
The guide spoke: "Your karmas are mixed, Arun. You have not earned final release. Nor do you deserve torment. You must return."
Arun's heart ached. "But must I forget all this?"
The guide nodded gently. "Yes. Memory fades, but the seed of wisdom remains. What you glimpsed here will guide you in another form."
Arun bowed his head. "Then I accept."