When Death Died

A black serene path leading to a universe set at the end of a never-ending horizon. Paces and paces of thousand footsteps sounding like the ticking of a wall clock in the middle of the night. Tik…tik...tik…tik…tik…tik The monotones heartbeat of silence. A little far along the path a foggy density of faded light, a melancholic spectrum of seclusion, silver in its appearance,