The Reaper

There is a place of lost and forgotten things, where wind swept angels of newspapers old dance upon the breeze of the past. Powerful machines push the memories into the dark of oblivion and the streets are paved with lost keys. It is a place where the messages in bottles are washed upon the shore of the River Styx and the old forgotten paths can unerringly lead you home. It is the place of Myth and Legend. The spell of enchantment keeps me hidden from human eyes and I walk among you everyday. I am the flicker at the corner of your eye and the thought you cannot remember. Pay no attention to the restless souls for they will surely haunt you. I know because I am the one that set them free. I am Jack and I am a Reaper. Welcome to the Fade.