"I DO NO WANT TO DIE"

Hydragons - race of The spider-human-like amphibious dragon. The Hydragons possesses a long, menacing tail that ends in a sharp, venomous spike. Its massive wings span an impressive 5 meters, enabling it to glide effortlessly through the air. Its distinct appearance is both beautiful and unsettling: a semi-humanoid form with darkscales, a strikingly beautiful dragonlish face, and eyes that glow with an seemsly otherworldly light. Despite its captivating features, this creature is wildly hyperactive and unpredictable. Its mind is a chaotic mix of wild instincts and untamed power, making it nearly impossible to control. This half-wild creature is at home in aquatic environments, but it is equally adept at moving across land and soaring through the sky. Since the Hydragons have some kind of consciousness, they believe in something... And that something is the concept of life. They idolize the concepts of life, which means that they will never leave their kinsman in trouble, perceiving it as a religious betrayal. Death is the worst and most terrible thing that can happen to one of them, for them. Miss life/LIFE - The goddess who embodies Life itself has no human form. She reveals herself as a pulsating sphere of pure light — a living, breathing cocoon, in the depths of which shines one all-seeing Eye. Her look is not a judgment, but an absolute, all—pervading concern. It is an indestructible boundary, the thinnest barrier that protects every being from premature disintegration, from chaos that seeks to devour life before it exhausts itself. Each form of being is a "frame" created by it for consciousness, allowing consciousness to manifest itself in the world of divinity. And while the deadline is not fulfilled, the Goddess tries not to let this frame collapse, resisting the fact that she longs to break it. When the life span is naturally exhausted (or when Death manages to break the protection of the Goddess), the body dies. Two or three hours later, the consciousness — the soul— awakens and appears before the shining Eye of the Goddess. This is where the final recognition of the essence takes place. Looking into this light, the soul sees itself without embellishment. And the Goddess determines the path: If during his lifetime a creature became an instrument of Death, if he listened to her call and sowed destruction, the Goddess does not leave him alone. Her hatred becomes a sentence. She transfers such a soul into the hands of Death, to a place that people call hell. This is not tormenting for the sake of revenge, but giving back: a soul that longed for emptiness forever merges with an unconscious swarm, losing itself, becoming part of the very hungry abyss that it served during its lifetime. If the soul has not become a receptacle of bloodlust, if it retains such qualities as courage, the ability to fear (and therefore the ability to live), compassion, or at least the desire for light, the Goddess accompanies her with a warm, loving gaze. Such a soul goes to Wonderland. Wonderland - This is not a paradise in the religious sense, but a dreamworld — dreamcore-a world where the soul finds peace. There is no fear of endless emptiness, there is no chilling cold of nothingness. This is a space made of dreams: endless plains give way to roads that go nowhere, lakes of warm jelly side by side with clear waters. There is enough food for everyone here — for carnivores and herbivores, because this world is plentiful and soft. There is no darkness in wonderland. Even if someone dies here, they don't disappear, but are reborn again in the same world. Suffering and pain are almost nonexistent. Here you can meet those who were dear during your lifetime — family, loved ones, if they have already left the world of the living. And if they are still alive, the soul is not tormented by separation, but remains in serene expectation. The world obeys the imagination: entire realities designed in the style of Frutiger-ero, side by side with worlds built of wood and light. Somewhere there are plains of warm jelly, somewhere there are lakes in which it is pleasant to dissolve without fear of drowning. There are places full of water and food for everyone, for predators and herbivores, and no one eats anyone. Food is almost everywhere, and it always brings pleasure. these are liminal worlds where reality flows like a dream. The Goddess of Life herself is present everywhere here— not as a supervisor, but as an affectionate embrace. When you are lonely, you can feel her warmth, as if life itself embraces you. When you are sad, there is a quiet soothing rain that washes away the heaviness. There is no tension here — just the joy of discovery and quiet excitement. There is no death in the usual sense: if someone leaves this world, they simply reincarnate here, perhaps in a different form, continuing the endless game. Life: an ordinary existence in the world of the non-dead. You eat to live, you drink to live... you create offspring... (if necessary). Someone is your prey, for someone you are prey, for someone you are a kinsman, maybe you are wild, maybe you are a pet. It's not easy, but it's not difficult either. And the main thing is to live. DEATH - Unconscious hive mind, which beggars desire to consume all living things. it affects reality, creating dangerous situations, somewhere it will push the rocks for a landslide, somewhere it will move the snow for an avalanche, somewhere the whirlpool will start to set, dragging you into the water. Sometimes it affects us living beings, making them murderers, bloodthirsty creatures, tyrants, villains, distorting their view of world. Tools of death - These are precisely the very beings who have become victims of death, its changes in their minds. These are psychopaths, murderers, maniacs, any other kind of consciousness whose entertainment or desire has become murder.