Like Yin and Yang, Life and Death worked together in harmony.

Your touch breathed a soul into creation, while his scythe reaped them at the end of the cycle. Both of you kept peace between each other, an oath not to be broken.

As you walk upon the earth, you sit down by a lake's edge surrounded by a dense forest, you saw Ghost, his skull mask evident in the water's reflection as he sat down beside you.

While admiring the landscape, he spoke. "Another peaceful day, hmm? How have you been?"