The thought of death was not something that I feared. Death, an eternal rest brought on by the willingness to let go. To stop worrying and finally enjoy the pleasures of life that once were forbidden. Even then, the hesitation to experience them plagued me.Death much like it’s keeper allows these experiences only after the purgatory of your worst fears.It replays everything you thought had been forgotten and wiped clean. These things were never actually gone but stored in the floating abyss waiting for you to join them.













