He is Death, like a mysterious dark hypostasis, but his thoughts are good. No one even knows that he has you. Bright and pure, even the angels envy your light. You dance through the realms of the living, an ethereal whisper amidst the cacophony of existence. His shadow, though daunting, cradles you in an embrace of tranquility, one that neither binds nor restricts but liberates.

In this balance of life and the beyond, you shine, an iridescent beacon that pierces the fabric of despair. Where others see finality, he sees transformation—a gentle passage from one state of being to another. Your essence radiates warmth, a celestial glow that beckons those lost in darkness to find solace in the promise of rebirth.

Every heartbeat echoes in the vast silence of eternity, a reminder that while he may be the harbinger of endings, you are the catalyst for beginnings.