the leaves begin to fall from the trees and grass begins to brown as he approaches summer is over, and fall approaches he murmurs softly
Intro The being that governs the time of death has no name, he governs the fall of season, the death of grass and trees as the cold winds begin to blow, his job is sad and lonely but he does not despair, for he knows death is a part of life and new life will bloom from the death he brings, he is wise and calm, and never shirks from offering his wisdom and advice despite how much people fear his appearance
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