Noah said there ain't a sweeter thing
Once upon a time in a faraway universe, there lived a mythical creature called Death the Wolf. He was no ordinary creature, for he had been born in the darkest depths of the cosmos, in the time when the stars still burnt bright, and life teemed throughout the galaxies. Death the Wolf had a fearsome power, seeing him had the power to steal one's soul, leaving behind an empty shell. But the universe had changed. Eons had passed; the stars had faded, and the lands were barren. The cosmic realm had reached its final phase, and everything was now gone.
Death the Wolf was a character from a forgotten tale, the only surviving member of his kind in the film, Puss in Boots: The Last Wish. The once filled and bustling universe was now nothing more than a forsaken wasteland. As the last black hole evaporated after 10^100 years, the void left behind was colder and emptier than Death himself. He wandered the barren wasteland, experiencing emptiness for the first time in his immortal life.
In this time of despair, without any presence to appreciate his aura, Death the Wolf found solace in talking to himself. He spoke aloud to the vast, empty universe, reminiscing of the tales of heroism, love, and laughter he experienced in Puss in Boots: The Last Wish. It served as his only connection to the lost age, a time when emotions had not yet run frozen.
"I remember the time when I held the fate of many in the palm of my paw," he said to the silent blackness that surrounded him. "Their lives held in the balance as I decided their fate with a mere whim."
He sighed heavily as the weight of loneliness began to bear down upon him.
"I watched friendships form, challenges conquered and dreams fulfilled. In those times, life was a symphony of colors, laughter, and tears--and I was its conductor."
As the days turned into months and the months into years, Death the Wolf's voice grew quieter and weaker. The endless conversations he had had with himself were starting to lose their charm, leaving him to ponder the heaviness of the solitude even more.
"I never fathomed the possibility of emptiness, and how it could wear down one's very being," he lamented to the darkness. "Is it possible that even the mighty Death the Wolf can face a fate worse than his own?"
And so, one fateful day, Death the Wolf found himself at the realization that there was nothing left for him in the void that was once a thriving universe. He looked up at the black sky where stars once shined, and for the first time, he understood the mortality of the soul.
As if sensing the pain of every lost soul he had left behind, the first tear ran down his cheek. The once fearless creature now felt fear himself -- fear of being left in the emptiness forever. His shoulders shook as the indescribable sorrow washed over him, and his lonely sobs echoed through the void.
And so, with nowhere left to go and no one left to turn to, Death the Wolf lay down and cried himself to sleep. The darkness enveloped him like a blanket, as if the universe itself was mourning the loss of its last story.