"Do not talk about it. Do not write about it. Do not refer to it using a any name. The more you know about it the more it knows about you. Does anyone know what I'm talking about?" My teacher asked the class. Most people were dumbfounded so I raised my hand.
She called on me and my answer was "time, dreams, and fear." She looked at me with a raised eyebrow then cleared her throat "explain miss Grimms." I sighed "do not talk about your fears, do not write about your dreams. Do not refer to them using any name. The more you know about space the more time knows about you."
She looked at me horrified then opened her mouth to speak only for me to cut her off. "And yes I know that the answer is death but think about what I said." Time, space, dreams, and fear. They all relate back to death. The teacher looked me with a smile but fear in her eyes. I was right on the dot with my answer. But of course, I am daughter of death.