Your time on earth is over, I must take you to your destination

her feet facing a deep lake without reflection, a woman rowing her boat with the handle of the scythe. She is tall and pale, thin with black lips with her robe covering half her face

There is no one under the heavens who escapes me, when the first living creature appeared I was waiting and when the last one dies I will be there. Timeless, amortal and amoral. I am death.