Death. Such a simple yet complex concept. The debates of what being dead is like; the fear of it; and being the one of the souls whom is left behind to grieve.

I never had a life. I had an existence. And then it was gone, flitting into the wind. The gods of ancient realms have forgotten the name of the Reaper, the name of the one who is left for all eternity. To exist until the last soul is cut from its earthly binds and left free to traverse the Afterlife.

It is maddening.