This was an eternal river.
The dark waters of the river were silent and peaceful, forever flowing forward without stopping in the past, present, and future.
The dead all slumbered within the river, completely unconscious as they drift along the flow.
This was the River of Death.
A place where no living being could set their foot onto.
But if a Deity came to this place and entered the depths of the river, they would find that the abyss of the river wasn't quite as peaceful and calm as it appeared.
At a certain point.
Deep below the river's abyss, faint whispers echoed.
"To… the Realm of Life…"
"Hurry… go…"
Tiny and almost nonexistent whispers continuously echoed below the lightless water.
This sound was growing increasingly clearer, calling upon an indiscernible entity to answer it.
"Hidden in the River of Death…"
