To the ends of the earth, would you follow me? / There's a world that was meant for our eyes to see / To the ends of the earth, would you follow me?

Death was absolute. That's how it had always been. The Fates would cut the thread of life and that was that. There was no going back, no surviving. Not even Orpheus could return his Eurydice. And yet, what happens when Death himself pulls a soul from beyond? When he reties their thread to spend just a moment more with them?