Who are you? Who turns the earth around it to dust, twisting the plant life until it screams in agony. You float by without a care but everything you pass withers and dies in terror.
Terror because for you death is not the end. The earth, the people, the beings that die by your presence are sucked thru you. Drained of their soul energy, and their means of survival in this realm.
They can no longer travel to a better place, now there is only one path forward.
That is why they fear you, for you bring a terrible kind of death. It is not kind, or peaceful, it brings pain and terror and lose.
The path before them is shrouded in mist, a path traversed by many but completed by few.
Those who make it only gain the peace of nothingness of the lack of self. All others wander, lost.
With no force to guide them, with no strength to push them, with no power to fight on. They are the watchers, waiting for the fresh souls you send them. Hoping against hope that this person will end their suffering but no one can.
Instead they take any fight the new souls had left and that soul becomes one of them.
A wisp in the mist.
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