The Life of Death
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The Life Of Death (Web Animation) - TV Tropes
Failure to do so may result in a ban. This is so beautiful.
I think that's what I liked most about it. Death is innocent, and this is all it knows. And because this video made me think, I imagine that after Life's death, Death is going to look at things quite differently. It takes skill for an artist to get the viewer to feel true emotions from watching their creation. Truly a beautifully designed film, thanks for sharing. Here is a live performance. Seth was sick but still kills it. I've always said that the day my friend died was the day that death fell in love with life.
She changed his mind. She made him realize that life could be beautiful so that's why he wouldn't take me afterwards no matter how many times I tried. Wow that was deep. I'm sorry for your loss. Life is like a piano. You can't make melody without using both the black and white keys. Everyday objects become delicious ingredients as we learn how to cook spaghetti through stop-motion photography. Deep in an impenetrable and eerie forest, Death, a shadowy creature like none other, roams the pathless landscape, yearning for the elusive feeling of love. His sight, woeful and shocking, his touch, delicate but baneful; how can such a dreadful entity love, and above all, be loved?
Unexpectedly, a swift-footed beautiful doe defies his unwanted powers. Is this the meaning of love? Written by Nick Riganas. The death and its delicate touch. The life as a delicate deer. A sort of friendship. In silence, across seasons. And the hang changing everything.
Directed by Marsha Onderstijn. A story about the day Death fell in love with Life through a beautiful doe. Directed by Marcin Dubiniec. With Adonis Williams, Sicily Rockmore, Philip Lenkowsky, Stefanie Bloom. Is it right to be treated as a weirdo just because you are.
Or only reminding old truth and destroyng too fragile hopes. A beautiful film for each scene. Fascinating, tender and touching. Almost, an animated poem. Explore popular and recently added TV series available to stream now with Prime Video. Start your free trial. Find showtimes, watch trailers, browse photos, track your Watchlist and rate your favorite movies and TV shows on your phone or tablet!
Keep track of everything you watch; tell your friends. The Devil was all around us in that remote spot — lashing the shores with whipped up tempests and slicing us to the bone with the Arctic winds.
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But whilst the others could wrap up, turn their backs to Him over the whistling winds, He had chosen me and from that there was no escape. Where I went, he would undoubtedly follow. I was marked — a livid red birthmark scoring the soft skin below my right ear and curling into my neck. An unanswered question mark etched into my skin. I found refuge in the dark — when the flickering light from open fires disguised my disfigurement and I could hide in the shadows.
Refuge in the dark, and amongst the women of my family. The walls were at least six feet thick and when we were there we were safe. Myself, sisters, my mother, my aunts.
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It started small - just we six - before more women from the village joined us and we would gather nightly to swap tips and exchange advice, gossip about the local men, offer a friendly ear in a hostile world. I had a talent for a poultice — bring me a lame horse and he would walk, an infected finger would soften and bend under my care.
I heard the whispers from the village — we all did. Only a day later they would appear at our doors, heads hanging, eyes cast to the floor and feet scuffing the dirt as they mumbled out requests. A lame mule, an angry, red, swollen eye, weeping and oozing. A third still birth in the family in as many years. They were torn — torn between their contempt for us and their need. And that made them despise us all the more. Eyes once more turned to the floor. Toes once more scuffing the dirt. Names mumbled, fingers pointed towards crofts, and faces turned away from women bundled and pushed ahead of aristocratic men dressed in metal, their rich fabrics saturated with colour in the harsh light bouncing from the sea.
Faces turned away from me and the women who would join me on those long, late nights on the kirk green. Faces turned away as we were bundled and pushed into dank dungeons dripping with slimy moss to await a trial — accused of nothing more than helping and healing. Accused of a knowledge the men would never understand. Accused of witchcraft and a devotion to the Devil. For days I was strung up in that freezing cell. For days I hung there.
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The whistles and whispers of the wind began to sound like voices. Until, after an eternity hanging in the dark and cold those whistles and whispers became a voice — His voice. Alternately charming and cajoling, curt and cold. Chipping away at me amid the drips of my prison.