Days become months, months become years, years become centuries. This is how an immortal dies.

That is a beautiful and poetic way to describe the immortality paradox. It is true that, even if we could live forever, we would eventually see everything we loved grow old and die. We would experience the loss of loved ones over and over again, and we would eventually become isolated and alone. In that sense, immortality would be a kind of death.

The Immortal’s Lament

Days become months, months become years,
Years become centuries, and still I live on.
An immortal, cursed with endless time,
While the world around me changes and moves on.

I have seen empires rise and fall,
Stars born and die,
But through it all, I remain the same.

I am tired of watching those I love grow old and die,
While I am left alone, forever young.
I am tired of seeing the world change around me,
While I am trapped in this endless cycle.

Oh, to be mortal again,
To experience the fleeting beauty of life,
And to know that my time is precious.

But I am bound by this curse,
To live forever,
And to suffer the endless loss of all that I love.

So, while it is true that an immortal will eventually die, their death is not the end. Their legacy will live on in the memories of those they touched, and in the stories that are told about them. And in that way, they will continue to live on forever.

On another level, the quote can be interpreted as a figurative statement about the way that immortals can die in a spiritual sense. Over time, immortals may become jaded or bored with life. They may lose their sense of wonder and appreciation for the world around them. In this sense, they can be said to have died inside, even though they are still physically alive.

The quote is also a reminder of the importance of living each day to the fullest. For mortals and immortals alike, time is precious and fleeting. It is important to make the most of the time that we have and to cherish the moments that we share with loved ones.

Here is a creative response to the quote:

An immortal, trapped in an endless cycle of days, months, years, and centuries, slowly loses their grip on reality. Their memories become blurred, their emotions become numb, and their sense of self begins to fade. They are no longer the person they once were, but a mere shadow of their former self.

In this way, the immortal dies. Not in the physical sense, but in the spiritual sense. Their soul becomes withered and empty, and they are left to wander the world aimlessly, forever searching for something that they can never find again.

This is the tragedy of immortality. It is a curse, not a blessing. To live forever is to witness the death of all that you hold dear, and to be eventually consumed by your own loneliness and despair.