[b]Elodie![/b]

"Oh darling, my darling, you were never going to defeat Death with mundanity. Don't you see? He makes his living bringing death to the suburbs, places of stillness, sitting ducks. There's no way out in those coffins of the plains. You can't live by killing your own desires and instincts. He comes for those who are corpses already, who carry stillness in their hearts and rotting bodies sealed inside their castle walls. The way to defeat Death is to live!" 

The roots, the leaves, the vines grow all around you, wrapping you into a sheaf of living wicker and crowning your head with flowers that do not wilt. You feel the embrace of Mother Earth, strong and steady and so vibrant. Everything is used. Everything is processed. Death is not death here - there are no tombs and no graves. Every strip of bone and mouthful of flesh has purpose and nature forgets that they ever were. 

"You know what Death is? He is waste. He is cancer. He is the removal of precious resources from the cycle of the world, sealed within boxes, burned within fires, stolen away from [i]me [/i]- as you were once, Elodie. Sleepshy is his realm even though the people in it are alive, why? Because they are wasteful. They do not [i]recycle[/i]. They keep their skeletons and zombies and vampires in a state of unliving stasis where they do not go forwards and do not go back. Do you want to change things? Do you want to escape your fate? Then start by breaking the chains in your mind and allow yourself to live."