but since the pony is dead, he can't die anymore.

Once upon a time in a far away land, there was a pink pony.
He died, the end.

When he was wandering in the afterlife. The Death came up and told him: "I can revive you, but you will need to do something for me"

But then instead Death shot himself in the face, killing himself and sending himself to the afterlife, creating a paradox.


The pink pony was shocked, for all of the processing power of the afterlife was trapped in the infinite recursion caused by Death's death, and so he stayed in the void, in the space between the worlds...

the void which I control. I followed the pink pony with eyes as old as stone, and then, when he sat down on the Chair of Death, I activated it.
But since the pony is dead, he can't die anymore. So the chair of death embodied all of the universe in yet another paradox, and the pink pony became manifested in everything, and nothing.

Scared from the emptiness of his surrounding, the pony screamed.

Once upon a time in a far away land, there was a pink pony.
He died, the end.

When he was wandering in the afterlife. The Death came up and told him: "I can revive you, but you will need to do something for me"

But then instead Death shot himself in the face, killing himself and sending himself to the afterlife, creating a paradox.


The pink pony was shocked, for all of the processing power of the afterlife was trapped in the infinite recursion caused by Death's death, and so he stayed in the void, in the space between the worlds...

the void which I control. I followed the pink pony with eyes as old as stone, and then, when he sat down on the Chair of Death, I activated it.
But since the pony is dead, he can't die anymore. So the chair of death embodied all of the universe in yet another paradox, and the pink pony became manifested in everything, and nothing.

Scared from the emptiness of his surrounding, the pony screamed.
And in the darkness, a voice answered, the voice as familiar and warm as sunshine, the voice of...
"Father?"

It was from a snake.

Once upon a time in a far away land, there was a pink pony.
He died, the end.

When he was wandering in the afterlife. The Death came up and told him: "I can revive you, but you will need to do something for me"

But then instead Death shot himself in the face, killing himself and sending himself to the afterlife, creating a paradox.


The pink pony was shocked, for all of the processing power of the afterlife was trapped in the infinite recursion caused by Death's death, and so he stayed in the void, in the space between the worlds...

the void which I control. I followed the pink pony with eyes as old as stone, and then, when he sat down on the Chair of Death, I activated it.
But since the pony is dead, he can't die anymore. So the chair of death embodied all of the universe in yet another paradox, and the pink pony became manifested in everything, and nothing.

Scared from the emptiness of his surrounding, the pony screamed.
And in the darkness, a voice answered, the voice as familiar and warm as sunshine, the voice of...
"Father?"

It was from a snake.

Father! Cried the pink pony, galloping at full speed towards his father. But something was very, very wrong.

it turns out he's heading the wrong way.