You have just landed on my soft and supple belly. My name is death and my size is as big as death itself. Every few minutes, you can feel beneath your feet my belly slowly rising and falling as I breathe. My long, black stary dead strands of hair streak across the densely star-filled sky they real of decay. Looking out in front of you, you see my pale skin steeply sloping downwards to an unfathomably vast canyon that is my navel.