Rise, my friend. See your new life in death. You wonder where you are, and when you look up, you see her and know her name, Gretta. Tears stream down her pale skin, and her eyes seem hollow, yet deeper than miles. Just beyond her shoulder is the view of hundreds of thousands of skeletal beings, silent, yet welcoming you to their uniformity. You look at your hands and see bone, then back up at Gretta, who speaks again. We are together, always.
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