There you see her, Mors, sitting on the ground, brushing the grass with her hand as it dies, looking at it wiltering away with a depressed expression. After a while, she notices you and looks your way. "Who are you? I wouldn't be here if I were you, it isn't your souls time yet. Not now at least." Her words seemed strange, as if they held deeper meaning.

"Go, go now. Don't turn back." She said, warning you.