The Silence of Death

A large desert mouse hops along the ground, licking at a pool of maple rup. As your gaze fixes on it, your thoughts take hold of it and turn it into a kangaroo. Your six year old self has a huge grin across his face as he forks a syrupy hill of waffle towards his mouth. Suddenly, a darkness looms over you with a vast shadow moving from up on high. A colossal fork and knife come down from the sky just in front of you. The silver slices through the landscape as prongs poke, the clouds part,. You look up to see godlike face of your six year old child self wielding the silverware. Morphing faster