[Steven never actually saw the Field of Reeds with his own eyes, so he can't say for sure what it was like in reality. Maybe the tales were wrong. He'd ask Marc about it, but it feels like a touchy subject. Ultimately, all he can do is speculate based on stories.]

There's more than just reeds, at least in the Egyptian mythology. See, the afterlife was meant to be an idealized version of life. So you'd find your home there, right down to your favorite tree and the stream where you'd like to go fishing, things like that. And your lost loved ones, and your pets... It'd all be waiting for you, so you could live the... The best version of your life, so to speak. And working the fields was always seen as virtuous and satisfying. So spending the rest of eternity cultivating the perfect field and harvesting bountiful crops? That was their ideal. [Steven pauses for a moment, frowning.] Those stories are ancient, of course. Who knows? Maybe the Field of Reeds evolved along with humanity and now it's less field and more... Sitting around on a sofa watching the telly? Playing videogames with your chums? I dunno. Just a cuppa and a good book, that'd be nice. I expect the afterlife exists on a plane of existence that's outside regular space-time, so it wouldn't feel like forever either way.