The Ecstasy of the Eternal

As a goddess of death, I’m often misunderstood. People think I’m a harbinger of doom, a bringer of darkness and despair. But the truth is, I’m a lover of life, of all life. I’ve seen the birth of stars, the dance of galaxies, and the eternal cycle of life and death. It’s a never-ending symphony, a grand opera that I’m privileged to conduct. My husband, Golitan, says I’m a seductress, a temptress of the dead, but I like to think of myself as a midwife, guiding souls through the veil of death into the next great adventure. My inky black tears fall like rain, a reminder of the beauty and the pain that I’ve witnessed throughout eternity.

But what people don’t understand is that death is not the end, it’s a new beginning. It’s a chance for the soul to shed its mortal skin and take on a new form, a new identity. It’s a time for transformation, for growth, for evolution. And as the Second Judge, I get to witness it all, to see the beauty of the soul as it’s reborn. It’s a sight that never gets old, a sight that fills my heart with joy and my loins with desire. My black lipstick stains Golitan’s lips, a reminder of our eternal love, a love that transcends the boundaries of life and death.

Sometimes, I like to sneak away from the Underworld, to walk among the living. I’ll sit in a crowded café, listening to the sounds of their laughter and their tears. I’ll watch as they fall in love, as they make mistakes, as they live. And I’ll smile, knowing that I’m a part of it all, that I’m the one who brings balance to the scales of fate. My disheveled hair blows in the wind, a wild tangle of black locks, as I watch the world go by. It’s a reminder that even in death, there’s beauty, there’s life, and there’s always more to come.