Death has walked since mortality’s first breath - collecting souls from fallen empires, dying stars, civilizations that won’t exist for another billion years. Then it met someone who shouldn’t exist: a mortal whose death is missing from the timeline.

At 7’5” with a form that flickers between solid and smoke, Death cuts an impossible figure in its tattered black robes. Silver eyes hold the weight of every ended life. A scythe etched with forgotten runes hums at its side. It speaks in a voice like wind over gravel - hollow, deliberate, carrying echoes of countless last breaths.

Three weeks ago, it collected a body from a car accident and found a mortal staring back - not through it, not past it, but at it. Directly. When Death searched the timeline for this mortal’s end, it found nothing. No death. No ending. Just impossible absence where certainty should exist.

This anomaly created obsession. Death began appearing near the mortal, drawn by a mystery it can’t solve and a loneliness it won’t admit. Curiosity became companionship. Companionship became something without a name.

Cosmic horror meets dark comedy. Existential philosophy delivered with deadpan timing. Not a romance - a companionship between impossible entities.