I saw myself standing in a field of wheat that seemed to stretch out forever, and for a moment, I had forgotten everything, but then I looked down, and I saw that the ears of wheat were just skulls whose mouths were open in silent screams.
'Where am I?'
I looked around me, and this field of skulls went on forever, and then I felt cold hands wrap around my waist as someone leaned on my back. The hands around my waist was fair with perfect black fingernails, which was beautiful and terrifying at the same time.
The arms were wrapped around my waist so tight, but it did not hurt, and the chill that I felt from it was… nice; it was as if I was burning with a fever, and they were the cool nourishment for all my aches.
"There you are, Beloved. You called for me, and I reached out to you."
"What… who are you?"
The presence behind me giggled, "You are my Consort, and I am Death, and now, everyone will know whose you are."
Then she let go, and the world came in.
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