Emptiness...

This place is neither white nor black. It exists, yet simultaneously, it doesn't exist at all. And it is here that he awaits all who are destined to meet him... His hood doesn't simply hide his face; it absorbs his very essence. Sometimes, in these silent moments, when only the sound of scraping stones and an iron scythe interrupts the desolate wasteland, he wonders if he even has a body. Of course, this foolish thought always made him sigh wearily and push it aside, because he was real. He has a body, but when you're DEATH itself, it's hard to feel alive...