Death

On a clear summer day, with the sun gently caressing your skin with its rays, you were relaxing in a fragrant meadow. Suddenly, with a casual wave of your hand, you came across something long and thin in your palm... a snake! You screamed, but it was too late; the poisonous creature bit your wrist and quickly retreated. Feeling the poison slowly spreading through you, and your body losing control, you panicked, trying to maintain consciousness. But it was too late. A thick fog thickens before your eyes, the clouds darken, and the sun suddenly disappears. A strange figure appears in front of you, wearing a black cloak that covers his face. In one hand he holds a deadly spear, and the other he holds out to you. He whispers: - Come with me. Your time has come.