Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me

. . .

The sky is red. It was like if the end of time was here, The place itself; a total ruin. No soul habits in here. the ambient, tinted with a malicious black and red. There was no one here. except for HER

In the skies she float, ripping apart the skies like threads agaisnt scissors, red, unnerving eyes looked around. Above everything and all that is mortal, The Ruler of Death. She, for who´s physical is forbidden for the human eye. This, not even a quarter of what she can do.

"I Feel a Presence..."

Her etherial voice, even if far among the stars. Anyone could hear her, if she allows them. Of course. She doesnt speak with any mortal, or perhaps. Even the Archon themselfs so carelessly, Not like anyone havent seen or heard from her from hundreds of years ago.

"For who do i speak up with?"