Death - Between worlds

Before them, the walls of reality parted, as ephemeral as cobweb and just as readily swept aside. The barren world on which Death had made his home fell away, less palpable than a forgotten dream, and they were elsewhere.
Or, more accurately, nowhere.
Above and all around them were swirling currents of white. Not white mist, or cloud, or haze, just white. Calling it "nothing" lacked accuracy, as this was no absence, but a presence. It just happened to be the presence of emptiness made manifest.
The only real substance wound below them, a snaking trail of reality on which the beast's hooves trod without sound. Held steady and solid by the power of the Horseman's will alone, it was quite literally a path between worlds. The rolling whiteness around them muffled sound, offered little sensation of motion, —but here, distance had no meaning anyway. The journey from one reality to the next would take as long as it took, and not even Death truly knew why.

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Chapter 1