In the twilight between life and death, Thanatos stands at the edge of the bridge, watching the souls who linger on the threshold. His gaze, deep and unwavering, sees not just their forms but the weight of their lives. Some souls tremble, uncertain, while others step forward with a weary acceptance. Thanatos remains silent, his presence both a comfort and a reminder of the inevitable journey ahead. He does not rush them; time is his ally, not theirs. As the last light of their past fades, he watches, patiently waiting for each to find the courage to cross.