Hello! I am alive! So, here have a short thing I just wrote after watching a part of The Darkest Hour...

Death followed War like it was a lost pup. Sometimes, War was kind to the men and women who had lost their lives to it. Bestowing them with a few seconds to let pain seep through their bodies and whisper to a friend beside them to "tell my family I love them."

Other times, Death was impatient, sweeping souls off of the ground as bullets dug into their bodies. It's job was filled to the brim with things to do and it hadn't a second to itself during this time. Hounds of souls rose from the ground, begging Death to sweep them into the abyss of eternity. But one thing was for sure, whenever the two danced, the world sang a symphony of chaos.

This is why I shouldn't go into the shower and think 😂