Grim Reaper's Bride
Another universal force, is, of course, Death.
Death is many things. Foremost, he is a door.
Certain humans, however, regard him as a spider. He is a weaver of tricks and dreams, and of an inescapable web that traps all things. His threads are thick enough to bind an elephant, yet small enough to cradle a flea. He is tirelessly spinning away, mending tears, trying to keep the web of reality in order.
Doubtless, he grows hungry in the process. Death is also a connoisseur of hamburgers. He is munching on an Andromedan Big Mac now, at work repairing a minute tear in the border between worlds.
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