SAINT: Tempus Vitae et Mortis

To the right a beautiful woman, her facial features are the most beautiful I have ever seen, with backward horns that grow from her shiny wavy hair, her skin a subtle shade of dark red, and a long tail that accompanies her and wags when she speaks. She waits seated in front of an angel whose mask reflects humanity and in front of them the clock that dictates life and death, slowly, one by one, each grain dictates a life that goes but the sand does not diminish. A life that is born. Eternity will give us what we are looking for.
Story of a dream in life.