#also fitting that i have 'Das Mädchen und der Tod' by Oonagh stuck in my head rn

[ajarofpickledtears]

you go into death's arms you do not wake up anywhere. you meet death with eyes open, and death smiles at you, wordless, knowing. you take its hand, and are drawn under the sweep of a vast dark cloak. death takes you home with it. you are cradled in the embrace of a vast and incomprehensible lover. you are safe. you are loved. you are known, and you are tended to like a flower in a garden, like a beloved child, like an exquisite rarity. you doze in the curl of death's cloak and you help to soothe its melancholy, and for that you are rewarded endlessly.

I made a personality quiz :)

(tw: death imagery, but I promise, there is no bad ending here.)