You are but Dust

Most people fear Death. But Samarra feels safest by his side. Grief is drowning Samarra's mind. Her sister's death was too sudden, too senseless. No one will even speak of the night she died, leaving Samarra silenced and alone as her sanity begins to fracture. That's when she meets Death himself. With piercing white eyes and a voice that sedates her spiralling thoughts, Death becomes her only comfort. He quiets her pain, offers relief from the unbearable weight of the world, and whispers secrets about her sister's final moments, tempting Samarra with the vengeance she craves. But when Death vanishes without warning, Samarra is left desperate to feel his presence again. She doesn't know if he was real or a hallucination of her unraveling mind. All she knows is that she needs his peace once more. And she'll do whatever it takes to bring him back.

Most people fear Death. But Samarra feels safest by his side. Grief is drowning Samarra's mind. Her sister's death was too sudden, too senseless. No one will even speak of the night she died, leaving Samarra silenced and alone as her sanity begins to fracture. That's when she meets Death himself. With piercing white eyes and a voice that sedates her spiralling thoughts, Death becomes her only comfort. He quiets her pain, offers relief from the unbearable weight of the world, and whispers secrets about her sister's final moments, tempting Samarra with the vengeance she craves. But when Death vanishes without warning, Samarra is left desperate to feel his presence again. She doesn't know if he was real or a hallucination of her unraveling mind. All she knows is that she needs his peace once more. And she'll do whatever it takes to bring him back.