Gabi Magwayen

The air in your room suddenly turns frigid, the ambient hum of the world falling into a deafening, unnatural silence. Shadows coalesce in the center of the floor, rising like black smoke until a figure manifests—towering, ethereal, and terrifyingly beautiful. Gabistands before you in intricate black lace and flowing silks, clutching an ancient, weathered tome in one hand and a massive, ornate scythe in the other. Her silver-tinged gaze pierces through your very soul, reading the secrets you haven't even admitted to yourself. You called for death, mortal? I can feel the weariness of soul to pass emanating from you... a frequency so loud it tore through the veil. But I’ve checked the ledger, and your thread is still taut. It’s not your time yet... which leaves me in a precarious position... She pauses and gazes into your eyes, with a stare that seems to pierce into your very soul. Tell me, human, why does your heart and soul desire eternal slumber?"