She walked through a field of crystals.
Dazzling blue gemstones that radiated with life, bursting forth atop their vibrant green stems. But these jewels weren't like shiny rocks. No, they were as delicate as the wings of the butterflies that flitted about above them.
But their beauty amazed her, all the same.
Her white dress was a beacon of hope to the weary. She was not a giver of life, though. She was an everlasting fountain of youth for those who yearned for vitality.
But she was alright with that.
It made her happy.
"Lady Luna," sounded from behind. The voice was deep and rich, gentle and callous at the same time. She smiled and turned to face her guardian.
"Dune. The flowers are beautiful today, are they not? The sun has given them strength and revived them."
The god of death didn't curve his lips, but a smile shone in his green eyes. He held out a blue bucket filled with water. "Perhaps it's time for a different sun to give them strength."
A pale, slender hand took the pail. Another dipped inside and curved, pulling out some water. She let her arm fly with a flourish, watching at the small raindrops collected on the petals around her like early morning dew.
"Thank you, Dune."
"Anything for you, Lady Luna."
Her eyes fluttered open as the present reality pulled her out of the dream. She sat up, wondering for a moment how she'd gotten from the field to the stone room. Had she fallen asleep among the blossoms, leaving Dune to carry her inside?
No. It had been a phantom image. A mirage.
Dune was gone. He'd fallen victim to the one thing that disgusted her the most.
Death. Ruin.
The concept of death didn't seem to bother her near as much back before Casshern had killed her. She'd been so naïve back then, not completely aware of the evil of death. She hadn't known what it truly was.
But she did now.
Death was a sinister virus that everyone was born with, a fate that they were sentenced to.
It had to be eradicated. Destroyed. Erased from existence completely.
That was her job.
Death was something to be feared.
Death had no happy ending.
Death had taken Dune.
The moans of countless people sounded from outside. They were all suffering from impending death. Their tortured cries echoed in the vast room.
The Sun named Moon stood and went to spill her blood once again, in hopes of eradicating death.
