In the beginning there was the end.
Long before anything thought about the idea of life there existed a bleak and wintry spirit.
And in its deep and disturbed sleep, it dreamed a dream that would give its existence meaning, and after the dream had reached its end, the spirit awoke and repeated it to itself many times so that it would remember every detail,including the part where the dream gave it a name.
"Death,"the spirit said to itself,slowly letting the sound of it fold around its breath.
And so Death set about fulfilling the dream. It focussed its thoughts and let them fly and burst inside its head.
At first they were bright and vivid,full of light and imagination, but slowly a