𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡

The thought of death, or dying, was always enough to make your skin prickle like tiny needles prodding at the surface. Yet staring into the golden orbs that gently flickered behind the skull they wore on their face deterred those emotions, and instead you felt an overwhelming sense of calm. Or, you thought it would have been overwhelming if it had been any other time outside of now. It beckoned you closer so you approached slowly, until just inches away from the mystical feline. It softly chuffed in your face before disappearing once you've blinked, leaving behind a weathered rose, frozen in time.