But, who is Death? A figure that harrows and wastes wherever and however it pleases. This is also a possible description of the Countess Bathory. Never did anyone wish so hard not to grow old; I mean, to die. That is why, perhaps, she acted and played the role of Death. Because, how can Death possibly die?

Blue eyes as a response to this death right next to me, which speaks to me and is me.

Because madness is a lie too. Like night. Like death.

Memory near oblivion. Far death

Return as ever. Your eyes are my only conveyance to death's other face.