In the beginning, Death walked unseen. Cloaked in shadow, he bore no malice—only duty. But one day, he was summoned to a garden unlike any he had seen: lush, eternal, untouched by time.
 
There he met a beautiful woman, radiant and innocent. "You belong with me," she said. Death lingered, drawn by curiosity. He saw the Tree of Knowledge, its fruit gleaming with forbidden truth. He did not speak, but looked only into her eyes.
 
"Pluck the fruit," she said.
 
Death plucked. Oh, how he plucked! He plucked and plucked until, one day, he died and went to heaven. And there, lo and behold, he found the very same fruit on the very same tree... and plucked it one more time!