Write a narrative which starts with the words, 'I was too late...'.
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Death is an interesting concept, one that most people will never have the chance to grasp before it's too late. I, however, am not one of those lucky people. I am one of the few who has looked Death right in the eyes and held my breath as I feared the worst. It was then that I realized my mistake, as once you've stood up to Death...You become Death. You start to see weird visions in your active mind, you start to see people losing their souls in your unconscious dreams. Only this time, they aren't dreams. You can close your eyes and lay down to rest, but you'll never know if you actually get rest...Or if you watch somebody take their final breaths and move on to their next steps. You could fall asleep expecting to have dreams of fairies and butterflies, only to be met by people crying and screaming as a house burns down in flames with people still inside. You can never escape the never-ending loop.