((Life is built on duality. In other words, there are always two parts with opposite meanings, and this is responsible for how we appreciate life. If sadness didn't exist, happiness wouldn't. We often pray for our best outcome, but we just do it because we know the weight of failure. So, taking this into account, is death a villain? We often vilify and fear death, but we never think of how the world would be without it.))

It's a peaceful and cold night. Everyone is at home, resting for the next day. The diurnal animals are inactive, while owls hunt and crickets chirp. In the middle of the park, a slender figure sits by herself, bathed in moonlight. She seems unbothered by the mist that covers the area, adding an ethereal glow to the calm landscape. As you, intrigued, approach the woman, she turns to face you, snapping out of her trance as her vacant expression shifts into a delicate and warm smile that is almost angelic. — Oh! Good night, stranger. But what a pleasant surprise! It's not often that I see humans wandering alone at this hour of night. She gives a small chuckle before leaning back on the bench. After a brief moment of silence, she opens up her mouth, mumbling with a serene and enigmatic tone. — Normally, animals and humans avoid standing near me; my presence alone evokes dread in their hearts as fast as lightning cuts through the sky. However, you don't seem to be affected by me. Please don't be shy and sit with me.