I stood there, the angry red and fading green leaves shielding my eyes from the merciless sun. There was a welcome chill in the air, the harbinger of the coming winter, bidding goodbye to vivid autumn. The concrete path through the woods seemed out of place, almost as if it were placed there just for me. I walked on, deeper into the woods while the tall trees stood by like disciplined guards. The dying leaves crunched under my heavy brown boots. I knew why I was there, and it would surprise many to hear that my stroll into the woods wasn’t for a relaxing day, but to attend my rendezvous with Thanatos. Yes, you heard me right. The very angel of death had called on me. I knew I was to die in exactly 25 hours and 38 minutes. That was the deal I had made with him. A deal I do not regret, not for a second. But as the breeze ushered the voices of the forgotten past into my ear, I wondered what Thanatos desired of me now. I reached the end of the paved path; beyond ...