'With the strange pins in her eyebrow, I began to see what their purpose was. She pryed open the eyelid, as if to create a gaping maw within her own skull, revealing the other colors of her eye. I knew now who this woman was. Femina Varius Oculus, The Woman of Changing Eyes. The sound of the eye was sickening, but not more so than the sight. I could not turn my own gaze away however, as I noticed that she had not lost sight of me during the entire process. 'Who are you?' I whispered curiously. 'I am the thousand mysteries, I am the walking death. To gaze upon my face, and into my eyes, is to know true doom.' she said with the most calming voice I had ever heard. Her eyes looked gentle as the firey red and yellow irises fell into place. My body felt of a terrible heat inside, as if my gut were boiling. My clothing began to catch fire, and I found that I could not move my limbs, much less avert my eyes from her stare. I was still at ease, however, knowning that my death was soon. She whispered once again, 'My name is Symaeris' . . .