Atop a blazing pyre a corpse rests,his face tranquil. Three figures gather to mourn their beloved’s passing,each in their own way. One lies comatose beside an overturned cup,another huddles in grief,a third pulls at her hair and raises her fist in rage. Beside them the Grim Reaper himself kneels,filled with sorrow at the role destiny has laid out for him. No one seems to notice the enormous phoenix that rises from the flames to the sky. The cycle of life,death,and rebirth is the most ancient law of the land,and each phase is necessary for the next.