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It was dark, an endless bubble in space and time only permeated by the ever so faint hum of a jukebox, gears clicking as the faint waltz flowed over the star filled void. A blit of light, a small speck compared to the vastness around him sped by as he floated, drifting through the rip in reality. His own personal limbo.
A presence joined him, a quiet void in what would have been starry nothingness. He looked at her, a swath of darkness and light, wrapped in roses and moths and crows that watched like solitary leaves on a vine. It was comforting, in a roundabout way, knowing she cared enough to see him. Knowing she cared enough to give him a space where he could watch the world go by. A single, skeletal hand reached for his own, an offer of warmth and comfort in the cold embrace of death.
She said nothing yet spoke a thousand words as well, a mother to her son, a friend to a young yet oh so old soul, a snowflake to heated ground. So solid yet so far.
A tale of nothing but dance and silent song. He missed dancing.
Her words brushed over his ears yet no sound escaped, even the music box seeming to halt in the face of death. Many things did. He was no exception, death eventually came for all.
The end isn't something you need to fear anymore.
You're so much stronger than you know.
You have potential, you have drive and passion and creativity.
We're happy to have walked this journey with you.
We'll always be with you, in your memories.
My youngest. . .
As the words died out and the music started again, he felt light and cold. Colder than he had felt for a long time as the star filled void gave way to snow and ice and beautiful dancing lights.
Change, my child.
Change and be free . . .