NameIt starts with an O, a round astonished sound. A surprised O of silence when she first steps into your line of sight. She slinks like a prowling feline, almost slithering, almost a snake. She makes the basest twisting of the body a graceful and seductive contortion. She slides out of the shadows, a luscious goddess, saunters up to you, takes your measure and, slowly, inspects you. Slit pupils wide in her silver eyes, echoing your surprised O, her gaze slides up and down your corpse. She is death, it is her lot.Hesitation, having no idea what sentiments this herald of the ethers might feel towards your person. Independently from anything you might wish she insinuates herself inside your consciousness. Invasive, pervading your most intimate sanctuary. Sees inside your soul, plays with you fears and hints at what more she could do if she so wished. Thus does it build inside your throat, this final letter which is also first of all. And you scream.Oshya.