Silencio: Without a Sound

I lingered in the world of the living because I feared death. The Man in the Moon gave me the duty of a god of death, letting me struggle on in this mortal world and find comfort in myself. But even now, I am still constantly plunged into the desperate terror. I suddenly understand that what I fear is not death, but the desperate cruelty that lies beyond it. I suddenly realize that this moonlight, gentle as water pouring over the earth, is so cold. I think of all the other ages drifting upon the currents of life, love, and death, and how those ages have been forgotten. I suddenly yearn for the freedom of leaving this mortal world. Let the dead have an undying name, and the living an undying love. Theme: