Death is Sublime. Destructive yet beauteous in its own special light. Which each death, a story comes to a dramatic finale, or sometimes a premature close. But in each passing is the birth of every new beginning, and also the start of another journey. Such was the magic present and evident in death, its mystery still feared by the populous, captivating even the most jaded of immortals. Each and every one of us trembles in wait for our candles of life to be extinguished. Each and every one of us constantly running away from that inevitable end, the final conclusion to every story.