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The flames suddenly seemed to be drawn towards the Stillborn, igniting fiercely in an instant. The wooden structure of the second floor shook violently under the onslaught of the fire, emitting a chilling creaking sound. The Townspeople on the second floor remained kneeling, their faces adorned with expressions of devotion, allowing the flames to consume them without any reaction, as if they were immersed in some sacred ritual.
Eileen felt a wave of intense tremors and fear wash over her. She tried to aim at Carmen, but her gun wavered in her unsteady hands. The heat of the flames drew closer, her vision blurred by smoke, filling her heart with a sense of helplessness and despair. Carmen raised the Stillborn high, a manic grin plastered across his face, as if he had completely detached himself from life and was lost in his own madness.
"You lunatic!" Eileen shouted through gritted teeth, her voice barely audible over the roar of the flames and smoke. Her mind was flooded with countless questions and fears, unable to comprehend why these people were so frenzied and desperate.
At that moment, the choir downstairs began to sing the powerful Song of Fate, their voices deep and resonant, filled with a mysterious and solemn force. Each note seemed to welcome the deceased infant, as if holding a grand ceremony for its arrival. The song echoed throughout the church, intertwining with the roar of the flames to create a haunting tableau.
Eileen felt a surge of powerlessness and despair; her finger tightened on the trigger, but she couldn't steady her aim at Carmen. His smile grew more deranged, his eyes brimming with fervor and adoration. "Look! He has come..." he rasped, his voice laced with ecstasy and madness.
The flames raged more fiercely now, the temperature inside the church skyrocketing as thick smoke filled the air with a burning scent. Eileen struggled to breathe; her vision blurred further by smoke, everything around her became increasingly chaotic and hopeless. A whirlwind of emotions swirled within her—anger, sorrow, fear—making it nearly impossible to breathe.
Carmen continued to hold up the Stillborn, indifferent to the encroaching flames that danced around him as if he were oblivious to death's approach. His eyes sparkled with a mad light, transcending mortal limits into some divine realm.
Just as Eileen was about to pull the trigger, the entire church suddenly shook violently; wooden beams creaked ominously before collapsing rapidly. The flames seemed to find new prey as they swiftly engulfed the entire second floor. Eileen felt an overwhelming sense of weightlessness as her body lost balance and plummeted downward.
She crashed heavily onto the ground, pain radiating through her body in an instant. Her vision blurred; breathing became difficult. Then came a cascade of debris falling from above—wooden benches, burning timber, shattered bricks—crushing down upon her and pinning her down almost completely immobile.
Eileen had no idea what was happening; her mind was a chaotic whirlwind. All she could feel was being trapped under heavy and searing wood, each breath becoming increasingly labored. Smoke and flames surrounded her, instilling a suffocating terror.
Her vision faded further; everything appeared distorted before her eyes. Flames raged around her with terrifying roars. She struggled to move but found herself pinned down tightly, unable to budge even an inch.
"No..." Eileen whispered in agony, her voice filled with pain and helplessness. A wave of despair washed over her as countless questions and fears flooded her mind. She didn't know if she could escape this nightmare; all she felt was her limbs growing numb while consciousness began to slip away.
Her thoughts became chaotic, memories from the past flashing in her mind. She thought of Lisa, of Mark, and of why she had come to this strange place. Her heart was filled with countless regrets and pain, but at that moment, she felt powerless to change anything.
Tears mixed with sweat and blood streamed down Erin's cheeks. She felt an overwhelming sense of helplessness, yet deep within her, there remained a glimmer of defiance and hope. No matter what, she could not give up; she had to find the strength to break free from this nightmare.
The flames grew fiercer, and the temperature around her rose sharply. Erin's breathing became increasingly labored, and the scene before her gradually blurred. She felt her consciousness beginning to drift away.
In the midst of it all, Erin could still hear the screams of those around her as they burned. The cries were filled with agony and despair, as if they were tearing at her very soul. The roar of the flames mixed with the screams, turning the entire church into a hellish inferno.
Suddenly, the sound of cicadas echoed incessantly in her ears. The noise was frantic and loud, like the most irritating sound of summer, filling her with an unbearable annoyance. The cicada sounds grew louder, as if they were intent on shattering her will and plunging her into endless madness.
Erin's head throbbed painfully; the cicada sounds felt like countless small knives slicing through her mind. She struggled to focus, pushing against the wood pinning her down, desperate to escape this hell. However, her limbs seemed to have lost all strength; every effort felt futile and weak.
"No..." Erin moaned softly, her voice filled with pain and helplessness. A wave of despair washed over her, filled with countless questions and fears. She didn't know if she could escape this nightmare; she only felt her limbs growing numb and her consciousness beginning to fade.
Her vision was obscured by smoke and flames, everything before her becoming increasingly unreal. The cicada sounds continued to echo madly in her ears, bringing waves of unbearable irritation and suffering. Each attempt at escape was crushed under the weight of the flames and despair.
Erin's fingers trembled as she tried to push away the wood pressing down on her, but each push felt so feeble. Her whole body felt nailed to the ground, unable to move an inch. Breathing became difficult; her lungs were filled with smoke and heat waves, making it almost impossible to inhale.
The cold grip of death gradually spread within Erin's heart; it seemed this path was irretrievable. Her consciousness blurred further as she felt herself stepping closer to an endless abyss. Her thoughts became jumbled, filled with indescribable regret and pain.
"Why did I come to this damn little town..." Erin whispered to herself in despair. She recalled the moment she decided to come to Esperanza, filled with enthusiasm and curiosity. Yet now, she regretted that decision immensely. She had lost two friends' lives—one of whom she had even killed herself.
Her heart was overwhelmed with endless pain and regret; every memory felt like a sharp blade mercilessly piercing her soul. Mark's and Lisa's faces flashed in her mind repeatedly—their smiles, their voices—everything so vivid. She could not accept what she had done or face the irreversible consequences that followed.
"I'm sorry... Mark, Lisa..." Erin silently apologized in her heart, tears welling up in her eyes. However, the intense heat of the flames quickly evaporated her tears, leaving her engulfed in a profound sense of despair. She wanted to cry out loud, to release the pain within her, but at that moment, even the right to weep was stripped away.
She felt trapped in an endless inferno, surrounded by flames and smoke. Each breath was a torturous ordeal, every movement filled with insurmountable resistance. Her body gradually grew numb, her limbs bound tightly by invisible chains, rendering her immobile.
"Why did I come here..." Erin whispered to herself again, her voice heavy with helplessness and despair. Her consciousness blurred amidst the flames and smoke, everything before her becoming increasingly distant. She felt as if she were stepping closer to death, unable to escape this relentless fate.
"I'm sorry..." Her voice grew faint, nearly inaudible. Her vision became hazy, the world around her fading into obscurity. Countless questions and fears filled her heart, yet she felt powerless to change anything. All she could do was lie there helplessly, feeling the cold grip of death spreading within her.
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