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"Wow, it looks like someone has been sleeping too long. That's right, this is the real world, okay? Don't believe me? Let me pinch you and see if it hurts," Lisa said with a smile.
After saying that, Lisa gently pinched Erin's cheek. Erin felt a sharp sting and involuntarily exclaimed, "Ah, that hurts!"
"See? This is reality," Lisa said with a laugh as she released her grip. "You really scared me; I thought you would never wake up."
Erin rubbed her sore cheek, feeling the genuine pain and gradually coming to terms with the fact that everything was real. "Thank you, Lisa. I... I really thought I would be stuck there forever."
Lisa patted Erin's shoulder and comforted her, saying, "Don't worry; that was just a nightmare. You're safe now; we're all here with you."
Erin took a deep breath, feeling a slight sense of relief. Her heartbeat gradually calmed down, and her body felt less tense. "Okay, I believe this is reality now. I'm really grateful to you, Lisa."
Lisa smiled and nodded. "It's nothing; we're friends, and I'll always be by your side."
Erin took another deep breath to steady her emotions and then asked, "How long was I unconscious?"
Lisa glanced at her phone and replied, "About four or five hours. Wow, we had no idea what was going on with you. Diego Montoro said you just fainted from emotional stress... There aren't any doctors around here, so we could only let you rest for now."
Erin slowly leaned against the headboard and looked around. It was a slightly old wooden cabin with simple decorations hanging on the walls. The wooden structure exuded an ancient yet warm atmosphere. Although it wasn't luxurious, it provided shelter from the wind and rain, giving a sense of stability.
She noticed that the light outside had softened; it seemed to be dusk. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves, creating a sense of tranquility.
"I think there's nothing wrong here; it's quite nice," Erin said softly, but she still felt filled with doubt and unease. She couldn't understand why she had suddenly fainted or what that dream had been about.
Lisa looked at Erin with concern in her eyes. "You really scared us earlier, Erin. You were pale and breathing rapidly; we didn't know what to do."
Erin nodded, trying to recall what had just happened. "I remember being in the church, and then... it felt like a strong pressure hit me, and after that, I don't remember anything."
Mark approached with concern and asked, "Erin, are you really okay? We should find a doctor to check on you."
Erin waved her hand and smiled, saying, "No need, I really feel fine. It was probably just a moment of emotional intensity. Thank you for your concern; I feel much better now."
Lisa gently patted Erin's shoulder and comforted her, "Alright, if you feel okay, that's good. But we still need to be careful; everything here is quite strange."
Erin nodded in agreement, still filled with confusion and unease. She decided not to dwell on what had just happened but to focus on the upcoming task.
Erin turned to Mark and asked, "Mark, what were you doing just now?"
Mark looked around mysteriously before pulling up a chair next to Erin's bed and lowering his voice. "I just made some connections with Diego Montoro. I told them we are entomologists here to investigate a new type of cicada. He seemed very pleased and told us that these cicadas are called Colorful Winged Cicadas locally, and they usually appear most during worship."
A glimmer of excitement and curiosity flashed in Erin's eyes. "Colorful Winged Cicada? That name sounds quite mysterious."
Mark nodded and then pulled out a small box from his pocket, handing it to Erin. "Here, take a look at this."
Erin took the box and carefully opened it. Inside was a delicate little glass bottle containing a wooden cicada, its colorful wings shimmering under the light, appearing exceptionally beautiful and mysterious. However, the moment she saw that cicada, her heart seemed to skip a beat.
This cicada... wasn't it the one she had seen in her dream just moments ago? A chill ran down Erin's spine as her fingers trembled slightly. She stared at the wooden cicada as if something was drawing her in.
"Is this the Colorful Winged Cicada?" Erin asked softly, her voice tinged with fear and unease.
Mark nodded. "Yes, Diego Montoro said this type of cicada is considered a sacred symbol in the area and only appears during specific rituals and worship. He also mentioned that these cicadas hold significant importance in their beliefs, representing some kind of mysterious power."
Lisa also came over to look at the cicada, her face showing a look of disdain. "Are these people out of their minds? A wooden cicada? This must be something the locals made themselves," she remarked, trying to ease the tension in the atmosphere.
Erin took a deep breath, striving to calm herself. She placed the small glass bottle back into the box, still filled with confusion and fear. The connection between the recent dream and reality left her feeling incredibly strange and uneasy.
Mark shrugged and said helplessly, "Who knows? Diego Montoro was so adamant and passionate when he told me about these cicadas. He said these cicadas are the messengers of the Holy Angel, so a wooden cicada can fly... it seems reasonable to him? Anyway, I didn't actually see any real cicadas flying around just now."
Erin nodded calmly, pondering for a moment before saying, "The surroundings are all wasteland; there are no trees at all, which doesn't fit the cicada's habitat. Plus, it feels like there are quite a few people here, but there aren't any suitable agricultural areas for development... this small town is really strange."
Lisa frowned and added, "Yeah, we haven't seen any farmland or livestock so far. With so many people, what are they living on?"
Erin looked around; the shabby furnishings inside the cabin starkly contrasted with the desolate scene outside. She felt an inexplicable sense of oppression, as if something was hidden beneath the surface of this small town.
"Everything here feels off," Erin whispered, filled with doubt and unease. "We need to be more cautious; it seems like the people here are hiding something."
Mark nodded in agreement. "Yeah, we need to investigate further and uncover the truth about this town. But we should still be careful; these people don't seem welcoming to outsiders."
Lisa looked at the small glass bottle in her hand and sighed. "This town is indeed very strange, but we can't give up easily. Since we're here, we need to find out the truth."
Erin's heart was filled with determination; she knew that no matter how difficult it might be ahead, they had to uncover the secrets of this town. She took a deep breath, pushing her fear and unease deep down, and focused on the task at hand.
"We need to come up with a plan to gradually investigate what's going on here," Erin said, her eyes shining with resolve. "No matter how strange this town is, we must find the truth and unravel this mystery."
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