Welcome to the End.
I am Terminus, the Coming End that Waits for All and Will Not Be Ignored, the Gatherer of Souls and the Reaper of Lives. I am the End.
Death has no gender. It simply is. If you are set on using pronouns for me, however, then use it/its.
Do you ever just … remember that you’re going to die? That your very existence is finite at best, and meaningless at worst? That everyone you love and care for is soon going to be six feet under and so will you?
Do you ever fear that maybe, just maybe, the doctors didn’t find what they should have? That they have missed all the signs, and you are going to die entirely unaware that it could have been prevented? If so, thank you. Thank you very much.
Fellow Fears: @the-spiral-official, @the-stranger-offical, @the-mother-of-puppets-offical, @the-hunt-offical, @the-flesh-offical, @the-eye-offical (+ @the-eye-official), @the-vast-offical, @the-lonely-official, @the-corruption-offical.
Avatars of Other Fears: @jonathan-sims-offical, @elias-bouchard-offical, @sky-guy-crew, @michael-the-distortion-official, @annabelle-cane-offical, @nikolaorsinovthereal, @the-distortion-offical.
I currently have no avatars of my own on this yet. Or if one of my avatars is on here, I have not found them as of now.
