Someone succumbs to temptation, bites that apple and finds themselves in the sights of the god of death - Shinigami eyes. The skeleton still tries to grasp his heart, unaware that his soul has already flown away and the heart attack warning is written on the angel's wings. We can't see the angel's face, but we still see her eyes. She holds out her hands with eyes, pointing the way. Is it her job to be a guide to the world of death, or is she willing to sacrifice her blackened wing to save a soul who is fighting for its life. Who is this? A human being with a soul full of strength and determination. The determination to run and survive. This is my self-portrait. This is my art, my inner world, let's make it as personal as possible. I believe kindness and love can heal, can save. Open your soul and radiate warmth and light. Maybe the darkness will dissipate. And some details. This snail. It's in no hurry, doesn't succumb to temptation, lives its own quiet life. Unnoticed even by the eyes of death. Everyone has their own path - fast or slow. Hand drawn in Procreate.