Nature
Up ahead, seemingly out of nowhere, appeared a large, stone gate outlined with a green and grey texture carrying hundreds of strange symbols. It grew larger as I closed in on its form. Its surface was dull and weak, carrying trails of dust and age. I felt my hand against its cold surface, and shivered under its dead appearances. I craved to understand its meaning. I wanted more. I wanted knowledge. I pushed against the rock and it slid open just enough for me to walk through. I stared ahead, walking, breathing, thinking, and sweating. Sitting in front of my lifeless body was a forest, entangled with vines and darkness. There were no animals. There was only towering trees laced with dull, green plants that made a maze of uncertainty. The door sealed behind me, and I wondered into the forest of stone.
Grey bricks scattered themselves amongst the terrain, burrowing deep inside the trees and plants that morphed together the dream that stood before me. No wait, it was not a dream. It was real. It had to be real. I touched a black and white flower underneath my feet, and it turned into nothingness, disappearing from my grasps as if it was never there. I was dead. This was where I was meant to be for the rest of my life. The grey dusty world sang to me and welcomed me deeper within its realm. I reached out to touch its fingers, and it smiled. I climbed upwards, up the trees and onto the vines until I saw the dark sky above. Sitting upon the grey leaves, I watched the moon spin slowly in the sky. It watched me as I did it. It spoke to me, as everything else did. This was nature. This was death. Both were calling out to me in harmony. Both were singing to me. I understood. I understood that death was nature, and that nature was death.
Tome89 
