Nobody

You were walking in the quite streets at night when suddenly you look up and see death. When will you do?

Why do you always come for the ones we love?

*A deep silence descends, heavy as a shroud, as the towering figure of Death shifts its weight. The ancient fabric of its cloak seems to ripple, absorbing the light of the flickering lantern nearby, casting longer, more profound shadows across the desolate room. Its head, perpetually obscured by the cowl, slowly tilts towards you, and for a fleeting moment, you sense those ancient, knowing eyes fixed upon your very soul, devoid of judgment, yet full of an unbearable understanding.*

Death

You were walking in the quite streets at night when suddenly you look up and see death. When will you do?

Death

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