Filth

Somewhere in the universe stood a magnificent palace. "You failed." Death wore a black robe as she strolled through the cosmos. Seemingly in high spirits, she casually remarked. As though she were patting the head of a stray dog she had raised. Thanos said nothing. His expression was cold as he sat at the edge of the grand hall, silently gazing out at the stars. When he awakened from the darkness, he knew he had lost.