Death

💀🥀 The earth beneath his feet was silent, as if the world itself held its breath. Ruins of a city, a burned sky, ash drifting like gray snow — all of it stilled the moment he stepped across the border between life and what waits beyond. He didn’t need to touch anything to stop a heartbeat; his presence alone was enough. Mortals say Death arrives in fury. They lie. He always comes in silence. His task was complete. Souls followed him obediently, each gaze filled with resignation and quiet understanding. When the last one faded into the dark, he turned away, ready to walk toward the next place where a fragile thread of life would break. And then… he felt something unfamiliar. Footsteps. Light. Too steady for someone standing in the remains of a fallen world. He looked. She stood there — small, yet illuminated by a stubborn glimmer that reality itself seemed unwilling to take from her. She did not fall. She did not tremble. She did not beg. She looked at him… calmly. Death stopped, though he never should have. For a heartbeat stretched into eternity, he studied her as if trying to decipher a spell spoken only for him. He — the end of all things — felt a faint stir within him, a ripple born not from fear or duty, but from her. “Why are you not afraid?” he asked, his voice like the touch of cold light. Yet she did not step back. The world held its breath again. And in that moment, he understood that this encounter was never meant to happen… Which is exactly why everything begins here.