Death, tired, walks the tenuous line of our destinies, pondering and observing, invisible.
In yet another day of her tiring routine, Death takes her burden of being a collector of souls, however something awakens in her essence a new vision of herself and of the people that she encounters on her day-to-day path.
In yet another day of her tiring routine, Death takes her burden of being a collector of souls, however something awakens in her essence a new vision … + more
