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/ᵀᵃʳᵗᵃʳᵘˢ ᶜᵒᵐᵉˢ ᵃ ˡⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵗᵒᵒ ᵉᵃʳˡʸ/
𝘎𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘊𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯
"I swear shrimp if you let me fall i'm gonna hunt you down"
Some people think that death is the absolute end. A void without return, a black hole without time and space, like a ticking clock without hands. It is said to be like sleeping forever, the mind wrapped in the blackness of night, the body buried under the cold earth of Gaia, covered with trees on which the sky weeps with its rain. A sleep for eternity, a life without awakening, sleeping beauty without a kiss.
Others believe in life after death, heaven, happiness, eternal rest that covers them like a wave of immortality. The deserved that they have achieved in their lives. Like a paradise without sorrow, Eve's apple never eaten, the plague never brought upon humanity, Olympus never destroyed, the people happy. Life there is said to pour over like liquid gold, bring all your dreams to reality like linen silver.
"Do you believe in death?" she asked, her voice calm like the city behind them, sleeping like the snow lying at the ground. He looked at the sky, the golden light mixed with red and violet rippling like the surface of water, the moon rising into the sky to its infinity, the sun settling down to its well-deserved rest. "I think." A laugh rang out. His answer was so different from what she had expected, almost, well, as if he didn't care. The sound of her voice echoed in his ears, making the clouds, turning deep purple, dance fluffier in the wind. A heavenly melody. His heavenly Melodie. "Then let us meet again after death. For a better life." She looked at him, silver eyes sparkling like the stars already faintly outlined on the canvas of the sky.she was his everything, his melody, his lifeline, his death his life. She was his universe, his immortality.
«Ας βρεθούμε ξανά, σε μια άλλη ζωή, μια ζωή με ευτυχία».
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Annabeth, Grover, Melanie and Percy tried to blend into the crowd, keeping an eye out for security ghouls. It was very strange, as if you had landed in a garbage squeezer that was hurling you back and forth like a carousel. This was too much for Melanie. Too many people, or ghosts, whichever, too many looks, even if they were mostly not directed at her, too many faces and generally too many fears. Her throat tightened and she felt as if she couldn't breathe, the sea of people reminded her of her dreams and gave her the feeling of being pulled under water, like the Titanic when it sank.
But this was not slow and with a way out, but fast and with no return, with no light at the end of the tunnel that would at least give you the possibility of hope. Her breathing became heavy, little vines grew beneath her feet, Percy's head snapped towards her. He knew that look, that panic. he had seen her many times, far too often if it were up to him.
