As Calliope walked over the path of living, I rested on my wonderful throne and read her white book once again.
"Is this what you wanted, Life?"
Even if I asked this question, I'm sure no one will answer. For she is the only one I talk the most, and the only one who talks with her. She always gave life to other beings, but never had the chance to join with them, interact with them, and have fun with them. Meanwhile, I receive her gifts at its end. I had the chance to do anything Life wanted. And each time I receive her gifts, I always receive a letter. A letter that strikes a conversation with me, whether it is what happened to her day, or what she feels during that day. But this time, with Calliope, I received a note.
Yes, Life. I have read your note with Calliope.
It reads the following, "She will grow confused. Please guide her for she will only remember suffering, and not hope."
I never had any real interaction with other lifeforms, only with Calliope. There are many who tried to had an interaction with me, but I always deny them for they don't matter to me. Reading their life was enough for me. Each of their lives are interesting on its own. Their struggles, hardships, dedication and how it were rewarded. But Calliope never had that. She gave up on everything. So, I tried guiding her to the right path and it was successful. It was really fun being with her, she's really funny and her witty remarks are extraordinary. I have so many more things I wanted to say to you, like how much I love you. But this paper can only hold so much. So I end this letter with this.
I was happy receiving your gifts, and I hope you enjoy making them. The life you bring to them really is precious, and cannot be replaced.
I hope you can read this letter that I've attached to Calliope's life. No, I'm certain you will read this. And I will say this once again.
I love you.
Death.