Time will never tick back. A second is as irretrievable as a year. Ever since a human is conceived, he begins dying. Death will forever be part of living. Those who wish for eternal life will waste what life he has. What life one have one must spend well, until the final silence brings one forth to the ageless sleep.
Death is sudden and elegant, cold and firm. It does not shout. It whispers. It remembers the stories of the lives it took from the world, carry across the Styx and into the Underworld or Heaven.
Hence my name, Deathwhisperer.