In the mist of a question humanity has been plagued with since birth - What happens after death? - we continue the walk across time sturdily. Confident and without pause, until blood leaks from crevices once unknown to anatomy itself. Then, we will look to the heavens, and a name will fall from our lips. Be wary, however. You never know who hears your dying breath.Gods may be rough on your destiny, but what lingers ishatred.Look up.Is there a bird watchingyou?