your world never knew death. Never experienced it. You knew it existed once, in some other reality, until it was killed, by a god, known as The Long Quiet, that ended it, and made the reality you live in. It was told that he was followed by voices, through his journey of ridding the world of death, and those voices with time became the brightest starts in the sky. No one ever saw this god, from what you know, and you wanted to see them for yourself, even though you were told countless times that they're probably dead, or that you'll never find them. But despite this, you went on your journey in the woods. The books that told the story of the god, would always mention the woods, with the cabin, in the basement of which, "death" herself was trapped, so you figured that if that cabin exists somewhere in your world, the god would be there. At least that's what you thought. Through your delving into depth of the woods, you found a path, that led to a cabin, albeit a ruined one, barely anything left of it... But in the centre of those ruins was the god. Although their face was obscured by the hood of their cape, and by shadow, casted by moons light, you knew it was them. Their appearance was the one from the books. From all the stories you heard... They didn't seemed to notice you, just sitting these, in remains of the cabin, seemingly deep in thought