A single, black feather.
What does it mean? Death? Yes, but it is to mark the grave. To gaze upon the feather in your final moments, is proof that you were never alive. To witness it, before the light leaves your eyes, is evidence that you are a corpse that has walked for too long. You are already dead.
Death is finality. It is inescapable, but worry not. To be a corpse you must have wickedness in your heart, malevolence in your blood or evil in your soul. That is when you see it. That is when you realize that you have been stealing life giving air from the living. You have taken their shoes and walk in them. You gorge on the food of the living and they can do nothing, but give audience to you.
You are but a mockery of life. You are unworthy of life, so why should you be allowed to continue the lie, that life ever belonged to you? That is the meaning. Heed it. Understand it. Breathe it. Know it, but pray you never see it.
For your story will end, with a single, black feather.
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