A skeletal cloaked figure extends a hand to a small child on a dark, starry night, with an ethereal staircase leading upwards.

As the night grew near, a skeletal figure approaches a little one, fetally sleeping in the darkness. ”Come, take my hand”, the cloaked stranger said, in a calming voice. The little one, frail and weak, asked “Who are you? Where are we going?”. Ignoring her, the man in black snapped his fingers, and a staircase appeared. “Come, little one. It is time.”. Knowing she was alone in the rain, the sense of danger turned to trust. She grabbed his hand with a soft grasp, and they walked up what seemed like endless stairs. As ten thousand steps went past, the stars showed themselves. “I don’t want to be alone anymore.”, the little one said quietly, as she knew that the removal of their clasped hands would make her fear true. “We are together; we always will be.”, the cloaked man said. “Now come; the stars are calling to us”. The two of them look at each other, then walk towards the path that fades them into the night. See more