What a foolish question to ask me, For you would not like to know the answer. What is an Elf that lives between dimensions? What is an Angel, glimmering with sword so stark? What is Death when is begs against your door? Look! Look now, and look at your surroundings. Immerse yourself in them. And now kill yourself. Because seeing the Angel of Death is the only way that any of my Descriptions could ever make any sense at all. Imagine leaving any sense of Body or Substance and Logic. Think of twisting your childhood together with your adult regrets, only knowing that the past fulfills the future. Know, and imagine, all of your dark fantasies have always been real, And your wildest imaginations have only been Farces. You are not wrong. You could not be right. But here you are, twisting in an ever changing dream, too real to forget. But at a moment. It is gone.