We finally meet again

The hospital room was quiet, except for the soft beep of the machines monitoring the vital signs of the terminally ill man lying in the bed. He knew he didn't have much time left, and his thoughts were filled with fear and regret.

As he lay there, staring up at the ceiling, a dark and silent shadow crept into the room. It took the shape of an old, deformed woman, and the man knew instantly that it was Death come to claim him.

The woman cackled silently, her face twisted into a grotesque grin as she approached the man's bed. The man was paralyzed with terror, unable to move or even scream for help. He knew that his time had come.

But as the old woman loomed over him, something strange happened. The man looked into her eyes and saw a flicker of recognition. He felt a sudden sense of calm wash over him, and he realized that the old woman had the same eyes as his own mother.

The man's fear dissipated, replaced by a strange sense of peace and serenity. He felt as though he was being cradled in his mother's arms, comforted and loved. The old woman continued to laugh silently, but the man was no longer afraid.