What is death?
Is it merely a cessation of life?... Or was it something more?
Perhaps, it could be likened to inexistence, or were the concepts the same?
Mortality and Immortality, Life and Death, Existence and Nonexistence.
In truth, all things suffered some form of mortality, even though they couldn't be considered truly alive.
This brought the question, was there a way to achieve true immortality?... A state that would persist even after an inevitable end.
Arwen pondered this as she sat, listening to the voices of souls long passed.
She was forced to experience the deaths of many, while also living out their lives.
At some point, she began to lose her individuality, slowly falling into the cesspit filled with the foreboding miasma of death.
However, just as she was about to be submerged, she felt something grab her and with a forceful tug, free her from the shackles placed upon her by the dead.
