As the curtain rises on the Death God's Magic Play, a pale marionette stood alone on stage. She was thin and tall with long dark hair, and her skin was as pale as a lifeless corpse. She could not see how beautiful she was...because where her eyes should be, there was not but emptiness.
In the distance a soft tune swam in sadness and despair. The marionette started to softly moves her arms with the flows and rhythms of the music. Like a flower in the warm summer breeze, she danced, gracefully and gently flowing all around the stage.
A slow, slicing noise could be heard above her; at that instant she knew that her time was over. She shed a single tear from where her eye should have been... Crimson, like blood, the tear stained her porcelain white face. And just as the tear had fallen from her face, she too lay saddened and alone upon the cold stage floor.
Then music had