I was enjoying the evening breeze, and the setting sun took my breath away.
In the next moment, there was a sudden, eerily warm breeze, along which came a death wagon ridden by two vultures.
The vultures had bits of meat dripping blood in their beaks; eyes sharp and holding the reins was Thanatos, dressed in black robes, holding an extinguished torch.
Behind him lay uncountable men, women and children, piled on top of each other, dead, it seemed.
