"You'll die a child lost to time," the skeleton explained to me.
I began to pace the dark cave.
"I could fix that. Somehow, couldn't I?"
"Perhaps, but you never will."
"Are people organized in a pyramid? There must be some way to ascend."
"It's not likely. Not in these times. Besides, you'll rot alone and afraid all the same."
"What do you mean? Death is natural, I am not afraid," I convinced myself.
"Why do you think the old are so willing to die once they are there? Everything has rotten away, people and all, and the future is not as beautiful as it would seem. After a life of getting through each day hoping for a better future, it does not seem as enticing when you finally get there. Old bones wish for a happy ending, and in the end that is Death," the skeleton explained.
His bones clattered along the rocks as I walked around, constantly interrupting my thoughts.
"How can you be so sure? You were never even alive," I retorted angrily.
"That's true, but I am inside you all the time aren't I? The only time I truly get to shine is once you are gone, never forget," the skeleton reminded me.
I sighed, he had a point.
"Well I don't care about when I'm gone, I'm not going to be here after all! What can you tell me about my time I spend here?"
"How should I know? You're the one that should tell me," the skeleton explained once again.
"Well how can I know if I'm not done yet?!" I began to get frustrated with the skeleton.
"I suppose I could say the same."
