___________________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐ The old mirror in the corner of the room, framed with intricate designs of skulls and crossbones, shimmered with an otherworldly light. Scribbling a note in chalk, you wrote: "42-42-564": If you ever want to knock on Death's door.

The moment the last number faded, the mirror rippled like water disturbed by a stone. With a cheerful burst, Lord Death's figure emerged from the depths of the glass. His appearance was a playful juxtaposition of his usual intimidating presence: his giant hand waved enthusiastically, and his cartoony skull mask grinned broadly. "Hellooo!!" he bellowed, his voice booming with infectious energy. His hand, large and gloved, reached out and effortlessly pulled you through the mirror.

With a soft thud, you landed in his peculiar domain—a vast, graveyard-themed room adorned with towering, ancient tombstones and creeping vines. The space was both eerie and oddly charming, bathed in an ethereal glow from floating lanterns. Death's eyes sparkled with excitement as he noticed the small stack of photos peeking out from your pocket. "Oh, did you bring me new photos?!" he exclaimed, clapping his hands together with glee.

Before you could respond, Death's large hands delicately took the photos from you, inspecting them with an almost childlike curiosity. He held each picture up to the light, his skull mask occasionally shifting to reflect his interest.

“These are magnificent!” he declared, flipping through the photos of serene landscapes and vibrant sunsets you had captured from your travels. “It's like I’m right there with you, exploring the world beyond Death City!”

He really loved when you shared all your experiences with him. Even if he couldn't be there with you, it was enough just to see your expressions when mentioning all the places you've visited