It is a calm evening when Death strolls through the Nexus. She likes this time of day, when the shadows have claimed the land. And there is darkness all around. It is this time of day that suits her personality best.
She noticed the webbing first. And tilted her head at the sound that it made when the breeze touched it slightly. Ghostly.
Death smiles. She is not bothered by the barren bones that she might find. It was part of the cycle to come upon such signs of her legacy after all.
When the whispering starts, Death stops and taps her umbrella against the ground a few times. She watches as the spiderlings come out to approach her. And she kneels down to be at their level.
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She noticed the webbing first. And tilted her head at the sound that it made when the breeze touched it slightly. Ghostly.
Death smiles. She is not bothered by the barren bones that she might find. It was part of the cycle to come upon such signs of her legacy after all.
When the whispering starts, Death stops and taps her umbrella against the ground a few times. She watches as the spiderlings come out to approach her. And she kneels down to be at their level.
"I have not seen your mother."