Death claimed that there was a minor irregularity with my soul, and told me to wait in its office.
Sorry, in the 'metaphorical representation of its office that my soul would construct to try and comprehend what was going on'.
And certainly, trying to focus on any detail made my everything hurt, so I stopped trying.
Especially when I saw my hourglass on its desk, the sand all at the bottom.
So I flipped it over.
And nothing happened.
"Metaphorical representations of incomprehensible items do not work so simply" it told me, before it realised the hourglass and restarted it.
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