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My name is Erk. When I was fourteen, I’ve met a very strange companion, so unusual for the human’s world. I don’t even have an idea, whether it’s he or she. It just suddenly showed up and started talking to me. May be, some other guy would be scared or decided, that is was just a mirage, but not me. My new friend, the only one to always accompany, to always guide me. It always listens to me, always can give me a piece of advice, it always supports me. It is always optimistic, telling me, that there is nothing impossible.

“All the ‘impossibilities’ are only your personal ‘impossibilities’, you are creating them with your own hands” – told it.

I figured out, who was my new friend, when it talked to me for the first time one sunny may afternoon.

That was the Death. And the same night it appeared in front of me. Death wasn’t similar the way people usually portray it. It was completely another. It was like two rotating hollow cylinder contiguous to each other, the white and the black one. To make it easier for me to perceive this creature, on the top of the cylinders there were images, looked like some human faces, they constantly appeared and vanished. Those cylinders shined white from the inside.