Human beings do not have a heart like mine. The human heart is a line, with a beginning and an end, but my heart is a circle.
I have endless energy to be in the right place at the right time, so I can always find humans at their happiest and most unfortunate times.
I saw their ugliness and beauty, and I was curious, how can humans be both good and evil at the same time?
However, they have an ability that makes me jealous. Only humans can choose death.
——Max Susak, "The Book Thief"
This is a story written by a qualified and benevolent God of Death, about a most ordinary great soul and the most ordinary girl beside him.
Concept: A grim reaper's observations of Meadow Elizabeth Warren.
