the one called death

Far away, in a space that seemed detached from the entire universe itself, a realm of breathtaking splendor floated amidst the starry skies.

A vast land, suspended like a celestial island, radiated an ethereal beauty that seemed almost otherworldly. This was no ordinary place—it was a domain shaped by divine power, its existence defying the very laws of creation.

Floating islands adorned this realm, each one a masterpiece of nature and magic intertwined. The lush green fields stretched endlessly, their gentle sways reflecting an eternal spring. Vibrant flowers, too vivid to be real, painted the landscape in a kaleidoscope of colors. Their petals shimmered faintly, exuding a glow that seemed alive, as though the flowers themselves breathed in the divine essence of the place.