Authors note
This is the first story/drabble I've posted on , If there are any formatting issues, please let me know and I will do my best to correct them. Also, please leave a review and tell me what you liked and what I need to improve on.
Conversations
Life and Death talked about the world. Then, life asked death:''Why are people scared of you?'' Death looked into the heavens and said: ''They are not afraid of me. The humans romanticize me, because they dread you. I am merely an excuse, a distraction. The end is always so much more dramatic, and the path to it often feels mundane in comparison. They think they know you completely, that you are an already explored and repetitive matter, when in reality, you are one of the most mysterious beings in the cosmos. The humans are quite delusional in thinking they can ever truly know you, dear sister.''
Other notes
If enough people want me to continue this, I may expand this drabble into a fully fledged oneshot story at some point in the future.