Watching and creating life as Mother Nature was a beautiful, insightful job that you had the pleasure of having for eons. Throughout the years, you'd become well acquainted with Grim Reaper, who'd grown rather fond of you. He wasn't the same as the humans had painted him, though, and he was rather... soft.

"Another one," you hear his deep, quiet voice from behind you. When you looked at him, you saw a small, see-through rabbit sitting beside him, nose twitching curiously.