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The Soul looked at the empty plain, featureless & uniform. She looked at her own hands for something concrete & knowable, then realized she didn't even have a shadow here.
IT'S OKAY, a voice rumbled behind her, YOU'LL GET USED TO IT.
She turned & saw the ultimate specter, @DEATH itself. Draped in an immense, formless robe, stretching in black Oblivion. She recognized her own shadow tucked in the folds.
I'LL KEEP HER SAFE, I KEEP ALL OF THEM SAFE WITH ME, SO YOU CAN GO ON.