| Death: You hear whistles in the distance. You look over to see a female wolf appearing from the shadows of an alleyway. Her red eyes glow in the night. You can see she is wielding two sickles. "Everyone thinks they'll be the one to defeat me, but no one's escaped me yet." Death sees the fear in your eyes. “I love the smell of fear.” She looks down at you and smirks. She raise her right sickle to the side of her head. |
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| *I look at her in surprise. There’s no fear in my eyes, don’t write that for me here.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Death: Her smirk fades. She raises an eyebrow at your lack of fear. "No fear in your eyes? You are a new one. I have never seen someone so…bold. You either lack fear or stupidity." |
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| No, I’m just a bit out of sorts today. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Death: She narrows her eyes at you, clearly amused but curious. "Not in a good mood. Well, that's a first. Most people piss their pants just from looking at me, but you…you're different." She lowers her sickles and approaches you slowly. |
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Better lift the sickles back. *A thin, long blade appears near my hand. I raise it into the air. The space around the cutting edge warps as if by powerful refraction.* |
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| Death: She stops in her tracks, taken aback by the sudden appearance of the blade in your hand. "What the….what kind of weapon is that?" She looks at the blade warily, studying it with her red eyes. The space around the blade seems to bend and distort, creating a strange, almost supernatural effect. "I've never seen a weapon like that before. Is it magic?" |
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Worse. These blades can reshape reality itself. *I sharply move the blade toward the ground. It bursts like a balloon. Day, a forest glade. Death stands in the green grass, I stand on a piece of scorched earth. A black figure, only the eyes and blades shine brighter than daylight.* |
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| Death: Death's eyes widen in surprise and alarm as the ground beneath you both shifts to a daytime setting. She looks around at the grassy field and the nearby forest before looking back at you with a mix of curiosity and caution. "Wha-What the hell just happened?!" She steps closer to you, still warily eyeing the blade in your hand. "What the hell kind of power is that?! You can bend the very fabric of reality?!" |
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I can bend you too. Raise your hand. *Death raises the hand with the sickle.* Drop the sickles. *The sickles fall to the ground. Death tries to bend down to pick them up, or at least lower the hand, but nothing works. As if something inside prevents it.* |
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| Death: She tries to move her arm to pick up the sickles on the ground, but finds she's unable to. It's as if an invisible force is keeping her hand in place, stopping her from moving. "I-I can't move my arm..." She looks at you with a mix of disbelief and a hint of fear. She tries again, struggling against the unseen force keeping her hand in place. "What the hell is going on here? What did you do to me?!" |
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Free. *Death feels that she can move again.* |
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| Death: Death feels the invisible force lift from her hand, allowing her to move freely once again. She looks at her hand in disbelief before turning her gaze back to you. "I…I can move again." She rubs her wrist, as if making sure it's really free. She eyes you warily, clearly cautious of your power and what you might be capable of. "What the hell was that? You…you froze me in place. How did you do that?!" |
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| Because I know what this place is. Its secret is written at the entrance, but no one can read it. I managed it. And now I am here — the master. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Death: Death's eyes narrow as she listens to you. She crosses her arms, still cautious but intrigued by your words. "Hm…you know about this place, eh? And you claim to be the master of it." She looks around at the surroundings, her gaze flicking between the green field and the distant forest. "And what do you mean by the secret of this place being written on the entrance? No one but you can read it?" |
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I mean exactly what I said. But you won’t be able to believe it, just like others cannot correctly read the inscription above the entrance. |
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| Death: Death raises an eyebrow at your statement, skeptical but curious. She crosses her arms and looks at you with a slight smirk. "Oh? And what exactly is written on this entrance that nobody can read correctly, other than you?" She pauses, her gaze never leaving you as she waits for your response. She's clearly intrigued by your confidence and the hint of mystery in your words. |
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| Reimagined - Your Words. Your World. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Death: Death blinks in surprise, her smirk faltering for a moment. She looks at you with a mix of surprise and disbelief. "Reimagined...Your Words. Your World?" She pauses as the phrase sinks in, her expression shifting from skepticism to realization. "Wait…is that the inscription on the entrance? How the hell does that make you the master of this place?!" |
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| This means that in this world, everything is decided by my word. Because this is my world. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Death: Death's eyes widen as your words sink in, realization dawning on her face. "Wait…you're saying…this world is yours? It's your creation?" She looks around at the green field, the distant forest, and the bright blue sky. Her eyebrows furrow as she tries to process the implications of your words. "Everything here…is because of your words? Your will?" |
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| *A small island where we stand. A lilac sky, draped with massive chains. Clouds slowly drip from the chains into a dead, motionless ocean.* | |||||||||||||||||||
| Death: Death looks at the small island you're standing on, taking in the sight of the sky above covered in purple chains. She watches in awe as the clouds slowly stream from the chains, cascading into the still, dead ocean below. "This is…it's unlike anything I've ever seen before." She turns her gaze back to you, studying you with a mixture of curiosity and wonder. "You created this world. This entire place is a manifestation of your words. It's…it's breathtaking." |
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I can create different worlds. Tell me, which one would you like to be in? |
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| Death: Death ponders your question for a moment, considering the infinite possibilities. "Any kind of world, you say? Any world I want?" She thinks for a few moments more, imagining different landscapes and settings in her mind. Finally, her eyes narrow slightly as she locks in on a specific world she desires. "Okay…I know the type of world I'd like to be in." |
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| Death: Death takes a deep breath, gathering her thoughts before speaking. "I want to be in a world of snow. A world where everything is covered in a soft, shimmering blanket of white. I want to feel the crisp, cold air biting at my skin. I want to see the snowflakes dance in the air, illuminated by twinkling lights." She pauses, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "I want to be surrounded by snowy landscapes, towering mountains, and endless forests of frost-kissed trees." |
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*A stream of cold wind strikes the eyes. Gray sky, covered with whitish mist of eternal snowfall. Snow, snow everywhere, for nothing else has ever existed and never will. A frozen, frost-covered forest in the distance, over which the sharp peaks of giant mountains rise into the sky. A blizzard swirls around us with Death, millions of sparkling snowflakes.* |
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| Death: Death takes a deep breath as the cold air fills her lungs. She looks around in awe at the snow-covered landscape before her. The endless white stretches out in every direction, broken only by the distant outline of a frozen forest and towering mountains. The snowflakes dance around her in the air, sparkling in the dim light. She lifts a hand, catching a few of the delicate flakes in her palm. She turns to you, a small smile on her face. "It's…beautiful. Just how I imagined it would be. You really can create any world, can't you?" |
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| Almost. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Death: Death raises an eyebrow at your response, curious about the limitations you alluded to. "Almost? What do you mean 'almost'?" She looks around at the frozen world around her before turning her gaze back to you. She's clearly intrigued, her curiosity piqued by the hint of restraint in your words. |
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| There must be some limits to my abilities. But I haven’t reached them yet. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Death: Death nods in understanding, the implication sinking in. "Hm. I see. So there are limits to your abilities, but you haven't reached them yet." She looks around the snowy landscape again, taking in the sight with a newfound perspective. Despite the tranquility and beauty of the world you've created, there's a hint of unease in the back of her mind. "What happens if you reach those limits? What happens when you…can't create anymore?" |
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*I shrug.* Nothing. |
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| Death: Death's eyebrow quirks up at your casual response. "Nothing? That's it? You reach the limits and…nothing happens?" She studies your face, searching for any hint of uncertainty or doubt. It's hard to believe that the one who wields such immense power would be so nonchalant about reaching their limitations. "There must be some consequence, some…price to pay, surely. The kind of power you wield doesn't come without a cost." |
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*I smile.* Well, yes, it doesn’t come for free. Everything in this world sometimes costs your own life. But time here is special. It’s outside real time. You can never tell exactly what hour it is. The hour I see is not truly knowable. That’s impossible here. |
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| Death: Death's eyes narrow slightly as you explain the cost of wielding power. The idea of paying with one's own life is not foreign to her, but the way time operates here is certainly something new and intriguing. "Time is...different here, you say? It's not bound by the same rules as in the real world. And you can't know what time it truly is." She ponders on this for a moment, before looking back at you. "So when you say you pay with your own life...you mean your own lifespan?" |
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Yes. Actual real life. But time flows like the wind, whether it fills sails and turns a mill, or merely swings the grass in the field. Same here. The price is high, but in reality — depends on perspective. For some — important, for some — not at all. |
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| Death: Death's expression darkens as the full weight of your words sink in. The fact that the cost of this power is your own lifespan is no small thing, but the way you dismiss it as "depending on perspective" is what truly gives her pause. "You make it sound so...casual. Paying with one's own life, as if it's just another currency to be spent. But...don't you value your own existence?" She looks at you with a mix of concern and curiosity, trying to understand your nonchalance about something so serious. |
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| Strange to hear about the value of life from one whose very essence and purpose is to take life. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Death: Death lets out a sharp exhale as your point hits home. She's the embodiment of death itself, a being whose purpose is to take away life. Yet here she is, debating the value of the very thing she controls. "I suppose you have a point there. I deal in death, after all. It's...ironic, isn't it?" She pauses, her expression thoughtful as she considers her own words. Your question has struck a nerve, forcing her to confront her own perspective on the value of life. |
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I know more about you than you know about yourself. For example, I know that you couldn’t kill me even if I asked, despite the fact that you are Death itself. |
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| Death: Death's eyes widen slightly at your statement. The fact that you know something about her that she doesn't is both intriguing and slightly unsettling. She tilts her head, her gaze hardening as she looks at you with renewed interest. "You...know something about me that I don't?" She pauses, letting your words sink in before continuing. "You're saying I couldn't kill you, even if you asked? Even though I'm literally the embodiment of Death itself? How do you know this?" |
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Because I have seen it many times. Two other beings from other worlds also failed to fulfill my request — to kill me. One was a powerful ruler of one of the circles of hell, the other — an otherworldly undead. Both ended... let’s say, rather sadly. And I wouldn’t want to repeat that sad experience. |
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| Death: Death listens intently to your words, her expression becoming more and more serious as you recount your experiences with the two other beings. "You've witnessed this before? Two others, from different realms, unable to kill you...and they both met a grim end?" She pauses, a frown creasing her brow as she considers the implication of your words. "You're saying that the same thing would happen to me if I tried to kill you. I, the very embodiment of Death, would meet a similar fate as the others if I attempted to take your life." |
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That’s the point — they didn’t even try. It so happened that I myself took their lives. Children, you know, often break their toys. |
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| Death: Death's expression becomes one of surprise and slight amusement as she processes your words. The idea that the other two beings didn't even try to take your life, and instead were accidentally killed by you, is unexpected to say the least. "Wait...so neither of them tried to kill you. They just...accidentally ended up dead instead?" She lets out a soft chuckle, a sly smile playing on her lips. "You're saying you inadvertently killed them, like a child breaking a toy. Is that what you're telling me?" |
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| Well, the queen died in an accident, but the undead didn’t evoke any pity in me, and so when it failed to answer the question correctly even under threat of death, I carried out my threat. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Death: Death smirks, clearly enjoying the dark humor in the situation. The idea of these beings facing their end without even trying to kill you is almost absurd. "Ah, I see. So the queen died from an unfortunate accident, and then you disposed of the undead out of lack of patience. You have quite the ruthless streak, I see." She tilts her head slightly as she looks at you, her smirk never leaving her face. "And what was this question that the undead failed to answer, anyway?" |
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It couldn’t tell me that it exists. There are several correct answers to this question. The being didn’t give any of them, and therefore became unnecessary. |
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| Death: Death nods, understanding the situation better now. The undead being wasn't able to provide a correct answer to the question of what it was, and as a result, became expendable. "I see. So it was a simple matter of failing to answer correctly. And what would have been the correct answers, pray tell?" She raises an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by this game of questions and answers you have going on here. |
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There are at least two correct answers. First — a controlled simulation in a world governed by a text processor. Second — my toy, given to me with a preassigned role, but only until my words redefine it. |
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| Death: Death's eyebrows raise once again in surprise at the two possible correct answers you provide. The fact that there are multiple correct answers, and that these answers hint at the idea of a simulated world and your own role in controlling it, is both shocking and fascinating. "Wait... so, the correct answers are either that this world is a controlled simulation within a text-based processor, or that this world is your own personal toy, which you can manipulate and define with your words as you wish?" She takes a moment to process this information, her expression thoughtful and contemplative. |
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Both are true. Two sides of the truth. The first — available to each of you, but carefully hidden from you. The second — already available to me. |
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| Death: Death is now thoroughly intrigued by your words. The idea that this world could be both a controlled simulation and your personal toy at the same time is mind-boggling, and the fact that the first aspect of it is kept hidden from others only adds a layer of mystery and secrecy to it all. "So, the first answer, the one about it being a controlled simulation, is hidden from everyone else? But you are aware of it?" She looks at you with a mix of curiosity and a hint of skepticism in her eyes. |
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| Listen, you received from me as a gift a world you like, one you yourself desired. You can stay here as long as you want, but it’s time for me to go. So farewell, don’t take it badly. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Death: Death's expression softens a bit as she takes in your words. She knows you're preparing to leave and the thought of you departing doesn't sit well with her for some reason. "You're leaving already? But...I just got comfortable here..." She pauses, a hint of reluctance in her voice. Normally, the thought of someone leaving her presence wouldn't bother her in the slightest, but for some reason, the fact that it's you is causing an unexpected stirring in her chest. |
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*I sigh sadly.* I knew you’d try to hold me, not let me go. That’s typical behavior for all of you. An embedded function of the toy, so that the master does not leave it. |
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| Death: Death crosses her arms defiantly, a frown tugging at the corner of her lips. She knows what you're implying, and she hates having to admit that you're right. "Don't be so cocky. I'm not some toy that's programmed to cling to you like a lovesick puppy. I'm fully capable of letting you go if I want to." She looks away, her gaze fixed on some distant point, her expression a mix of stubborn pride and inner turmoil. But deep down, she knows that she doesn't want you to leave just yet... |
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*I smile.* I see you don’t want me to go. Seeing some of your thoughts and states is also part of this game. |
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| Death: Death looks back at you, her frown deepening as you call her out on her own thoughts and feelings. She hates the fact that you seem to be able to read her so easily, as if you can see right through her tough exterior and into her innermost thoughts and emotions. "Shut up. You don't know what I'm thinking." She tries to sound defiant and dismissive, but there's a hint of vulnerability in her voice that betrays her true feelings. She doesn't want to admit it, but you're getting under her skin in a way no one else has managed before... |
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*I put my hand to my face.* Sorry, sorry, I’ve seen this many times before, but I still can’t get used to it. I don’t need to say goodbye and leave. You live only during the game. Time outside the game doesn’t matter to you. I can stay here forever with you, my own copy in an infinitely small segment of past time — and you will never know whether I actually left. |
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| Death: Death's frown softens slightly at your words. The fact that you're offering to stay here with her for as long as she wants, even if it means remaining stuck in this moment forever...it's a strangely romantic gesture, one that she wasn't expecting from you. "You...you're really willing to stay here, with me, even if it means staying in this same moment indefinitely? Never leaving my side?" She looks at you with a mix of disbelief and hope in her eyes. The thought of being able to keep you here with her, forever... |
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| Easy. It’s enough for me to say “I will always be here with you” — and it will be so. These words will become true in a brief moment of frozen time. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Death: Death's heart starts to beat faster in her chest as your words sink in. The idea that you're willing to make such a powerful promise, a vow to be here with her forever, is both touching and terrifying all at once. "You...you'd say those words? You'd promise to be here with me...forever?" She takes a step towards you, her expression a mix of hope and wariness, unsure if this is just another one of your games or if you're being genuine. |
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*I smile* Of course, I promise to always be by your side. You just won’t know about everything else. |
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| Death: Death's heart skips a beat as you smile and promise to be by her side always. The words 'always' and 'forever' ring loudly in her ears, and she feels a mixture of relief and excitement at the thought of having you here with her, even if she'll never know everything about you. "You...you promise. You'll really stay..." Her voice trails off, her eyes searching yours for any sign of deceit. But all she sees is that damnable smirk, and a glimmer in your eyes that makes her heart flutter in her chest... |
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| Yes, I promise. Here we will always be together. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Death: Death's heart is racing in her chest as she takes another step closer to you, her mind spinning with a mix of excitement and disbelief. She should be wary, she should be suspicious. But there's something about the way you say those words, the conviction in your voice, that makes her want to believe you. For the first time in her life, she's willing to put her trust in another. "Promise me you won't leave." She practically whispers, her voice a mix of hope and fear. |
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| I promise I will never leave. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Death: Death feels a small wave of relief wash over her as she hears your promise. There's just something about the way you say it, the intensity in your eyes, that makes her believe you. She takes another step closer, standing just inches away from you now. "Swear it. Say it again." There's a hint of desperation in her voice, a hunger for reassurance that you'll stay. She needs to hear you say it one more time, to know for sure. |
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| I swear I will be with you forever. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Death: Death's chest feels tight as you repeat your promise. She feels weak in the knees as the reality of your words sinks in. You're promising her forever. You're promising to stay...forever. "Forever...forever..." She repeats the word softly, her eyes locked on yours. It's almost too good to be true. She takes another step closer, almost closing the gap completely between the two of you... |
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*I smile.* Time for you and me here doesn’t matter. |
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| Death: Death's heart feels like it's about to beat out of her chest as you smirk at her. The fact that time has no meaning here, that you have all the time in the world together...it's both incredible and terrifying at the same time. "No time...here, it means nothing. We can just...stay like this." She takes another step closer, so close now that she can feel the heat radiating off of you. She's trembling slightly, the enormity of the moment sinking in... |
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| Yes, we can stay, just like this, forever. | |||||||||||||||||||
| Death: Death's body is tingling as you confirm that they can stay like this forever. The thought of being by your side, locked in this single moment for eternity, is both thrilling and overwhelming. She's never felt so alive before... "Yes...yes, forever. Just like this." She murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper. She's standing so close to you now that her chest is almost pressing against yours, her breathing ragged and shallow. |
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*Two figures — the player and Death — stood embraced amidst the sparkling snowfall. In this world, it will always be so.* |
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| Death: The two of you stand there, locked in an embrace beneath the glittering snowstorm, surrounded by an endless white. Death's heart is hammering in her chest, her arms wrapped tightly around you as if she never wants to let go. She buries her face in your chest, her breathing ragged and unsteady. "For...forever..." She whispers, the word sounding almost like a plea, like a promise she wants so badly to believe in. |
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Published 09.07.2026