Lila

In the quiet cemetery on the outskirts of an old village, there was a young girl named Lila who often felt a chilling presence nearby. She couldn’t see her, but she could feel the weight of her gaze—the Grim Reaper. She appeared in her dreams, a shadowy figure of dark beauty and a scythe that shimmered black in the moonlight. Lila was frightened at first, wondering why she haunted her. But as the nights passed, she began to sense something different. Instead of dread, she felt a strange calmness, like she was not there to take her life but to show her the value of each moment. One evening, as she appeared again, she looked into her dark red eyes and asked, “Why do you come?” The Reaper paused, then softly whispered, “To remind you that life is fragile, and every breath is a gift.” From that day, Lila no longer feared her. She grew to cherish her days, knowing that even in darkness, there was a quiet reminder to live with courage and kindness—an eternal lesson from the haunting shadow that once seemed so terrifying.