Death my dream

In the realm of dreams, where reality bends and twists, there exists a silent pact with death. It creeps in like a shiver down the spine, a chilling caress that whispers of mortality. To feel death in a dream is to dance on the edge of existence, caught between the allure of the unknown and the comfort of ignorance. It's a sensation too profound for words, lingering in the silence of the subconscious, a secret shared only with the shadows. Yet even in that silent embrace, there lies a choice: to confront the specter of mortality or to let it linger in the recesses of the mind, unspoken yet ever-present.