false empathy | xv

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"In order to escape death, you must simply go to a place where death has no control. A place where you decide your fate. A place where you can become... a god."

"What do I need to do?"

"Gather seven items from the seven sins of seven people and bring them together.
They will open the door to the world you want to create."

The shepherd boy looked confused.

"... People? What are they?"

"Humans, like you."

"There are others like me?"

"There are."

"Will I meet them?"

"Of course."

He grinned widely. He had never met another human being before.

"Ah... then, can I ask you something, Mr. Cuckoo bird?"

"What is it?"

"You are a guardian of death, right?"

"I am."

"Then... Do you fear death as well?"


The raven didn't answer him at first.

The clock in its beak ticked slowly, rhythmically.


"Hm... that is a very interesting question..." it finally mused. "I never really thought about it before."

It fluttered its wings.



"I'm not too sure. But maybe you can help me find an answer."

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