Death Character Sketch - On creating his colony in the North

Grasping Fragrant Measures

Upon the day the night came and upon the night another day. And so was built time from one moment to the next which allowed us to see the aging and the passing of us into the earth. We were small then when time was first recorded. Only a few were about to look out on our cause, but we were ever vigilant and steadfast to the wheel of change. Long we have waited and long we will wait still, but so is the way of time, for it heeds no one's calls except for those above.

Sadly, there are not many who can see far beyond the end of meager existence. They are not many who even faintly grasp the torrential reasoning of this grand called life. Oh, but I do. I am the chosen one. The one who will set aside all minuscule comprehensions to lead before the people, carrying them into the great expanse that stretches before us. Looking out on this catastrophic world I know that all that exist beneath its yoke are doomed, yet except for those chosen to be our people. We have the knowledge the strength to carry us forward to the death defying moment when will melt at the poignant touch of our finger. I know these things I have seen the world. I have been there.

These poor people of old. Long they have suffered under my hand and yet long they suffer still. See their scuffed brows and warn hands, see the fear in their eyes. Soon they will learn, or maybe it will the later for most, that the world is nothing. It holds nothing for any us of us beyond the simple farseness and absurdity that we all feel right after the moment of exuberance. There are only few who truly have become fully aquatinted with this idea and those few find themselves in the depths of depression and anxiety, just like the rest of us. So the truth isn't really worth knowing? Better to be a blind man to a colorless world than to see the languid suffering we are all disposed to. The end comes near and yet is far, this is the suffering. We fear the end and wish for it all at the same time. But we can have neither, we instead stay in this morbid no man's land forever. Such is the fate for those who think they can think or comprehend any thing before them. And so it is.

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