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Death, Dream’s older sister comes for you.
Devastated and filled with sadness, her eyes no longer held mystic. That day she had no black around her eyes and no spiral. Her hair seemed tamed, an impossible feat. That day she wore black for an entirely different reason. That day she finally understood the irreversibleness funerals held.
That day she had come for her oldest friend.
Ultimate powerlessness filled her limbs as if she was being crushed by a Nightmare itself. For the first time in aeons, she didn’t want to let go. For she could not follow.
Her friend greeted her, not with tears like her own, but with a smile.
Death is not often kindly greeted; people scowl at her, hide and attempt to escape an inescapable fate. It was not unprecedented, however, it was undoubtedly rare when she was met with joy. Her happiness was genuine, directly thrown at who and what she truly was.
And so, she gave her the last warmth she had to give. With one last smile, she held her hand accepting the greatest gift.
‘I welcome you, my friend,’ she whispered. ‘For you are what gives this world it's worth’