He Who Visits My Dreams

I stood on a little island, barely big enough to fit me, and I was surrounded by sky blue water, as if the sky itself had come down around me. I sat and reached in the water, feeling its warmth and stillness made me feel at ease. The stillness and peace was interrupted by a ripple that came from the other side of the body of water, I stayed sitting and looked as far as I could see; there he was, holding his long Scythe with the spine and skull of some unnamed creature. He came to me, followed wherever I went, we had conversations without either of us speaking.

(This was inspired by the Undertaker actually showing up in the dreams I had, but I'm going to make it an actual story, not a dream journal. The character is me, nothing I felt in the real dreams will be changed in here. Everything else is purely fictional for the story's sake.)