The atmosphere around him was shrouded in mystery, casting a veil of unease over Reginald. He found himself amidst a peculiar gathering, where people stood in orderly lines, their voices hushed as they awaited an unknown event. An inky river flowed nearby, the still waters concealing their secrets, adding to the enigma of the situation.
Reginald looked down at his arms to see that his skin had paled and was now gray and ashen. His change in appearance was startling. He knew things would change after he died, but he had expected to keep his rich dark skin. He sighed as he grappled with the change.
“Reginald?” A deep voice came from nearby.
Reginald turned, his heart pounding in his chest, to behold a sight he had only ever read about in fantastical tales. A colossal centaur was approachi
