In the beginning, not long after life emerged on Earth, there was only eternity to look forward to. Everything was born, everything was aging,but nothing had died. In the light cast by Life, fed by the rivers of Fate, nothing could imagine itself not existing, much like we can't comprehend what was before humans appeared.
But we all know that light matters because there is darkness, that life matters because we die. At first death was no more than a shadow, slumbering in the depths of the rivers of Fate, at the bottom of whirlpools and falls. The first being to die was a bird, it is no use to name it because it died before it's species could grow. But her death turned the whole world dark for a second, bringing panic and more death with it. In blindness creatures fell, in fear they killed. Death started undoing what Life was trying to create since before it had a name, a body. Time, in it's chair, endlessly working the tapstery of existence, would tell you that a simple bird flapping it's wings at the wrong moment started eternal night. And Time, endless and infinite, with a memory to envy, is certainly right. That night never ended. But then how come we still have light?
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Death Conquers All
FantasyIn the beginning, there was darkness. Like a belladonna flower, it was beautiful yet deadly. But it didn't want to be, so Death started to change.
