Reaper

Reaper stood, transfixed, in the heart of a field. Surreal rabbits darted and leaped all around her, their soft fur rippling like waves in the wind. She cradled a delicate creature in her arms, its inquisitive eyes peering up at her. As she gazed into its gaze, a gentle and wise voice spoke to her soul: "Life is like this field, dear, with all its beauty and wonder, but also with its treacherous twists and turns. Like the black and white stripes of a freshly mown meadow, we must learn to embrace both the light and the dark, for it is only through contrast that we can truly appreciate the spectrum of existence." With those words, the voice faded, leaving Reaper with a newfound understanding o...View all