It is only the lucky few who don’t know their death is coming. Most encounter it. In our world most see a face they know to fear. One that inhabits their idea of what death looks like or should look like.
It is why I wear this helm. To provide you what is expected. To make you fear. For if you saw me you would laugh. And I do not want your death to be amusing.
I want it to be stark and scary. I want it to be something you fear and cry out against. I want you to know that what is before you is your end. Your erasure. There is nothing funny about what I do.
So even as you lie there dying by a means other than my hand, when I am presented with a choice to end you swiftly with my sword and thus claim my vengeance or to leave you to the twist of fate that comes from foraging for the wrong mushrooms, I pause. Not because I regret this. It is a task I have been given, to see others never face the same fate as I have.
No, I pause because I have never been presented with such a situation before. You already know of death. A death. But it is not me. So the fear you should feel at my presence is lost. Maybe this is a good thing for me. For now I can take off this helm and you can see me as I truly am.
Your reaction will decide what death you then.
Today’s art is courtesy of Rodrigo Balmaceda from Lima, Peru.