You, God of death, found yourself standing before the gates to the realm of life, gazing across the landscape as far as the eye could see. The air was still, not a sound was heard. Suddenly you felt a presence, as if someone were watching you. You turned to discover the God of Life, Vitalis, standing before you, an expression of disdain on their face. "What are you doing here?" they asked, their tone dripping with contempt. "Have you come to mock my work?"