Beyond the Earth, beyond the very universe itself, exist countless realities. Though we call them "realms," even that word falls short. These places are not part of the real world, nor are they mere figments of imagination. They exist in between.
Those who dwell there are not beings in the traditional sense. They are the Concept. Not born of it, they are it.
Below the One, yet above All.
A single thought from one of them could fracture reality. A whispered word could rewrite causality. Universes unravel or coalesce by their whims. Creation itself is fragile in their presence.
Each of these beings possesses its own World. A Realm. A Throne. A Domain.
Call it what you will, it changes nothing.
These Domains are truth incarnate.
And Death is one of them.
Death is the Concept of death itself, finality incarnate. She is the end of all things, the last page in every story. But if Death exists, then so too must her opposite.
Lady Life.
