Samael

No. You did not. You grasped and you clutched. Fervent and tenacious, you thrashed blindly. You let yourself seep into something from which the bottom had fallen out. Death has obfuscated greater minds than yours, slipped through the fingers of those who have crushed continents. Death sweeps over you rapid and uncaring. But I do not blame you. You saw something that blinked across your vision. A beauty undiluted by the defective faculty of your eyes. You tried to catch it in the dirty imperfection of your hands. Do not be perturbed, Mev.

(He Lied About Death)