So, for my first journal entry, I have decided to put down ideas for a story I wish to create. I want it to be something to form into a novel, but I'd like some help. I mainly need opinions on how my story's concept sounds, as well as help in creating an idea for the title.

Current Title: "Recollection: The Tale of a Lost Soul"

The Synopsis:

The protagonist's story (whom we shall call Geoffrey for the time being), begins with his untimely end. He had been stabbed by a lowly thug who wanted his money. Nothing is really known about the protagonist, as it is being told through his perspective. He describes the feeling of death, how at first describing the pain, how it hurt to breathe as his warm blood seeped from his wound, mixing with the rain that had begun to pour on him. Soon, the pain fades away, he starts to feel cold, the chilled droplets felt warm to his flesh. The last thing he was seeing was the grey sky, as if it was weeping to his end. Things fade to black, and he has a sinking feeling, as if his body was being enveloped by the concrete earth, but it was only his soul that seeped through. His whole body feels numb, and his head feels light as if it began to clear itself of all memory.

The next thing he sees is he is standing in a crowd, they were viewing someone's burial. He had a sense that he might be that person in the coffin, but he denied his gut instinct. When he looked at the faces of the people, they were blurred, their sobs and voices were nothing but muffled sounds that were barely audible to him. All he mostly heard was the ringing in his ears. Upon looking at the gravestone, he saw that the name was gone, as if someone had scratched it off. The ringing became louder and louder, almost unbearable as the dirt began to pile up on the coffin.

He hunched over in agony as he kept hearing the ringing noise, he shut his eyes as he muttered to himself to make it stop. After repeating "make it stop" to himself several times, the ringing finally ceased, but when he looked up, he looked around, it was cold and dark, it was nearly impossible for him to see. With the texture of the ground beneath him, he thought he was underground, in some sort of cave. There was no way back, only forward. So he began to tread carefully, leaning against a wall for guidance. Soon, he began to see a dim orange glow, as if it were the light at the end of the tunnel.

After approaching this light, it turned out that it was an old oil lamp, a small teddy bear was propped up against it. Reaching out, he picked up the teddy bear first. Echoing from behind him, he heard voices, a young child with his parents, they were laughing. "Come son, time for dinner." The male voice spoke.

"Could Floofy join us?" The boy inquired.

"Of course sweetie," The female voice soothingly spoke. "We will set a spot aside just for Floofy."

The voices faded, but they sounded familiar. He examined the bear. He began to recognize it. It was *his* childhood bear, Floofy. He hugged it tightly, finding some comfort in it, before it exploded into ash in his arms. Shocked, the man tried to collect the ashes of his beloved childhood stuffy, he didn't notice after gathering the ashes, a note was there before him. It read; "This is your beginning, let the light guide you through this path, let it illuminate the darkness ahead of you." With the note was a small vial, he used it to put some ashes into, so he could at least find some comfort along the journey ahead of him. After a few moments, he recollects himself, picks up the lamp, and begins to walk, he was near the cave's exit, but now he has appeared into complete nothingness, no path was in front of him, and it was moot going back.

This is the end of the prologue/first chapter.
Each chapter will have some sort of detail about the character's journey.
This part explains that Death is only the beginning, it leaves the soul of the recently deceased lost, but with a little help, they will find their own path.

I hope to get some thoughts on the story. It'd really do me a lot of good!