“You were dust and you will be dust again,” Death spoke, sitting on the pale horse, their cloak casting a shadow over their face. Unrecognisable, no eye contact as they got another victim. They stood tall, towering over the man on the sandy ground, the hot sun shining over them. The heat was unbearable, eyesight blurry and unfocused. He tried to stand up, to argue with Death as they came into view, but no words came on his tongue, no daring...