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[oh_no_but_yes]

Death is standing in the middle of the Nexus. He grins, because his bone face will allow him no other expression, and sits down on a couch, scythe leaned up against his shoulder. Anyone who can see into the octarine spectrum will be able to see him. Cats may as well. Tapping his bony fingers on the wooden haft of his scythe, he looks around, notes the sign, and since he's a gentlemanly sort who has regard for the rules of other universes as well as his own, obeys it.

WHY DO YOU FEAR THE UNKNOWN?