Cheating Death

Cheating Death

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"I do not look back. I do not feel guilt. I am cold. Lifeless. I am Death." Death has always been a mystery to man-kind, and some have come up with numerous explanations to it. There's the Grim Reaper, Heaven and Hell, and there's some who believe we can incarnate. In most of these, Death is the bad guy who destroys lives and ruins relationships, but what about a story following Death itself? How about a story where Death is a pale girl who decides to search for the truth in a world were everyday is spend watching young and old dying? How about a story where Death itself falls in love with a boy who frustrates and confuses her to no end? How about a story following a girl who after decades of loneliness starts to question her lifestyle and everything she ever knew? Well, let's just say it's no cliché...
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I woke up in a world that shouldn't exist. And in a body that isn't mine. The city around me is in ruins-silent streets, broken buildings, a sky that no longer remembers the sun. I don't know how I got here. I don't know who I am. My memories slip through my fingers like sand, leaving behind only fragments-whispers of a promise I can't remember making. But something is wrong. The world feels... stuck, repeating itself like a broken record. Shadows move where they shouldn't. Time bends in ways I can't explain. And the deeper I search for answers, the clearer it becomes-this isn't just about me. There's something out there, buried in the loops of time. Watching. Waiting. If I break free, will I find the truth? Or will I disappear like everything else? When the stars grant a wish, what do they take in return?

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