It was a pale land with an atmosphere that brought nothing but despair to the soul.
He stood before a being, covered in a black raggedy cloak and wielding a scythe.
Underneath its hood, a pair of soulless eyes could be seen.
He heard a voice, one distant and yet still so near.
"Your time has come."
He tried to move but found himself unable to, and so he could do nothing but watch as the hooded figure raised its scythe.
He closed his eyes and looked away, hoping for his death to come quickly but the next moment, he heard another voice, one that was quite familiar.
By the time he opened his eyes, he realized that the hooded figure was gone and he was alone in a pale landscape with nothing as far as the eyes could see.
Blinking repeatedly, he tried to make sense of what was happening when the familiar voice came again.
"I will wait for you."
***
Gasp
