What is life? The precious knowledge of one's existence? No, I think not. Life is as it has always been: a collection of pain and grief, an unyielding cycle of life and death. I am nothing more than Fate's Messenger, the guardian of all which nature has created. I am the keeper of the cycle. I stood silently when the first child gave its first cry, when the first animal fell upon the ground from weakness, when the first soul cried out for reincarnation. But who am I that I should know so much of the grieving heart? You know of me. Maybe you have felt me brush against your cheek, causing fear to grip your heart and chills to envelop you in darkness. I am, if anything else, Death. Dramatic? Nothing compared to the lives I have seen, felt, known. This is their story.