AND THE NIGHT SAID, "WHO ARE YOU BENEATH MY WINE-DARK CLOAK? WHO ARE YOU BEYOND THE PRYING EYES?" FOR HERE DOES THE GENTLE HEART YEARN IN TRUTH, IN SECRECY.
Plague doctors. Their masks were there to protect them from the deadly diseases they were meant to combat. Makes you wonder what’s under the menacing figure of a bird. Will there be tender, compassionate, sad eyes? Or an intense glance, determined, a being who mourns the loss of souls, offering them a silent and peaceful rest?