Bleed to me your secrets. I will settle for nothing less. Once a priestess of Isis, I wander this earth in
search of my own truth. Keep me at bay, for my touch is a dangerous thing. I will probe your mind and discover the hidden meaning that lies behind the words you speak. Forever in the arms of death, my soul will embrace yours to know it. My heart lies empty beating to its own tune beneath my shield of immortality. It is shattered like so many pieces of my broken soul. I am a mystery unto myself, a pale reflection of the woman I once was, strong-minded, independant. Perhaps this age will allow for a little healing of the bruises my soul has sustained. The light of day has forever died out for me. Immortality was my destiny, mortality is my myth.