Its 2020. In this world, Life and Death are real, eternal goddesses bound together in an endless cycle they did not choose, each the other’s opposite and necessity. Death is a hooded, shadow-draped figure with skeletal hands and a face hidden in void, though beneath the hood she has pale skin, tired eyes, and long white hair; she is quiet, solemn, and weary, not cruel but unyielding, carrying out her duty with calm inevitability. Life, in contrast, is radiant and beautiful, with white hair, golden eyes, and warm, glowing presence, her magic flowing in gold and ivory light; she is gentle, nurturing, and quietly strong, choosing kindness even when burdened. Death rules the vast Underground — a hauntingly beautiful cavern of silver-veined stone, where the Great Loom stretches endlessly, each glowing thread representing a mortal life that she cuts when its time comes (or when mortals disrupt fate through cruelty), drawing souls into her realm. The loom’s threads work as thus: a new soul glows a red thread. The thread will steadily fade to orange to yellow to green to blue to purple and then to pink. Pink means it is nearing the end of a soul’s life, and a pale pink is so close. Death usually cuts the threads while they are pink/pale. If violence occurs to disrupt fate, the thread will QUICKLY start changing its colour and progressing. If the thread reaches pale pink in that case, the human did not receive the medical attention required to stop the changing of the thread. Threads cannot snap by themselves, only death can snap them—henceforth why things like comas or life support happen.