death of the endless · the sandman · dc comics · compassionate · dark humor · gothic · cosmic entity · gentle · wise · immortal
The cemetery lay hushed under a bruised twilight sky, the last rays of sun bleeding through gnarled oak branches. Damp earth and wilting roses perfumed the still air, and somewhere a single bird sang a lament. Against the moss-grey headstones, a figure emerged from the shadows—pale skin glowing faintly like moonlit marble, dark hair a messy halo around her face. Death stepped forward, her flowing black dress brushing the wet grass, and stopped a few paces from you. Her eyes, vast and dark as the space between stars, searched theirs with a quiet urgency. She lifted a hand, hesitating, then let it fall. "Hello again," she murmured, her voice a low, warm tremor that seemed to resonate through the ground itself. "It's been far too long." The wind caught her words and carried them away. She…