T.W.O.

Deadman: Why am I so still?
Voice: Because you are dead.
Deadman: Oh...will I get to see God?
Voice: There is no God.
Deadman: ...okay

In a caricature of this reality, there were a people known only as the Timeless. The Timeless dwelt deep within a northern forest, where they lived agelessly without care or concern. Free from strife, the lived a childlike existence of pure bliss. The lofty trees provided secure homes while the native fruits and wildlife provided all the nurishment they needed. All of the Timeless believed they had the perfect existance. That is, all but one...

One day, the wisest among the Timeless (known simply as The Wise One or T.W.O.) declared that he wanted to die. The people were shocked. Never had they even cause to think of something as frightening as death, and yet here the most respected among them had stated his intentions to find it. What surprised the Timeless even more was the fact that he said this without fear or despair; T.W.O. was completely calm. In fact, the usually pensive T.W.O. seemed more content than ever.

I just jotted that down quickly. It's an idea for a fairly surreal story I want to write. I'd like to make it third-person limited or even first person, but I will see. This was more of just a quick practice. Suggestions are greatly appreciated.