Finally the interview was done when I recounted my death, a description very few ever hear. How could you? You die and there’s no way to voice out what it feels to have your last breaths escape your lips. How the cold grip of Death started to settle in. The only part I left out was how my soul left that grip and was swept away to places unknown. The only other beings that had any concept of it were spirits, which weren’t the best at recounting the effect because it triggered their spiritual existence. 