There was a great gust of wind accompanied by blackness
Snoozing breaths ****** in the tainted air of medicine and wasted prayers
The specter took its perch at the foot of my bed
Soulless eyes swallowed moonlight and reflected a pair of voids
Its form was illusory; sentient darkness stretched out across the room and into the pits of my fear
“Open your eyes,” the specter’s wispy mouth sighed
I did as I was told and recoiled in horror at the fright seated near my resting place
There was pure terror swimming in my blood but, even then, I dare not look away
I finally rambled, “What are yo-“

“I am truly Nameless…Breathless. I am the silent oracle to eons of demise. The cloud of fate that hangs above all"

My paralyzed physical form was privy to this ancient force-one uncorrupted by the vestiges of time
In one graceful motion, the being stood and glided to my bedside
Its hand rested on mine, hovering near the cusp of contact; a shadow suspended on dust
Phantomous lips reached near my ears and whispered

“You are but a hollow construct of flesh. Your presence is akin to an ant’s among the stars…”
“…From nothingness you were built and unto nothingness your vessel will become…”

With that, the thing that mortals call Death withdrew to my open window and peered out
There was a great gust of wind accompanied by blackness