[ WP ] You live on a world full of immortal beings . For the first time in the history of the world 's existence , somebody has died .

Allen has been afflicted with a strange disease. He has n't left his cot since I've left and returned from Europa. His eyes remain wide open, yet the thump in his chest has silenced and no air escapes his lips. He's turn pale. 
 
 I've sent for the local Sun priest, a dark colored man with quick features like the face of a fox. He wears only a loin cloth and is covered from head to toe in curious markings. Allen has begun to slowly dissolve into the bed by the time he arrives. The smell is unbearable. The priest examines Allen. He brings out a weaved grass bag full of glass vials filled with a variety of brightly colored liquids and sharp black blade made from the rocks found at the edge of the island. 
 
 The priest begins to take the blade and douse it a bright blue liquid from one of his vials. The blade begins to smoke and glow. I ca n't continue to watch. I go out to the patio. 
 
 The red glow of the planet has always put me at ease, but not this time. This time I feel that something is missing. Since Allen fell from the heavens I've cared for him. He was always sickly. He was man too, just as the Sun priest but more pleasant to look at. He was tall for his race, colored brown, and had long hair that separated into black cords. He told me many things about where he came from, the blue dot in the sky. Many stories of strange music, entertainment, bonds, and so forth. I've taken a liking of this strange man and his odd customs. 
 
 I remember when... 
 
 Something grabs my shoulder. I turn around. `` Allen?'' 
 
 It's the Priest, covered in a red liquid. 
 
 `` He has left us.'' He said. 
 
 `` What do you mean he's left us?, Where did he go?'' 
 
 `` His spirit has gone to chase the stars like many from where he came'' 
 
 The Priest has always spoke in nonsensical riddles that I've never bothered to understand. 
 
 `` I did n't see him leave.'' I snarl. 
 
 `` Your kind does n't experience suffering like his does. After Allen exhausted all the time he was allotted he goes to become one with the all again. When you become one with the all you leave your physical being behind.'' 
 
 `` So he just left? Without a goodbye, or a thank-you?'' 
 
 `` you must realize that not many of his kind exercise their will over the all, and even if they did they could only hasten or slow their trip towards it'' 
 
 `` so his mind is gone?'' 
 
 `` something like that, yes.'' 
 
 `` will he ever come back?'' 
 
 `` not as you once knew him to be.'' 
 
 The priest left after digging a hole in the ground, putting Allen in it, a promptly covering the hole back up with dirt. 
 
 Strange customs...
