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Erin held the Stillborn in her hands, raising it in anger. The baby's head hung limply, like a worn-out rag doll, devoid of life. Erin's eyes were filled with fury and despair; at that moment, she felt compelled to do something to release the fear and anger within her. Her sanity was gradually unraveling, and all her emotions erupted in that instant.
"Hey! Bastard!" Erin screamed hysterically, her voice echoing in the silent space, as if mocking her helplessness. "Look at what the hell this is! Huh?" Her voice was filled with rage and despair, as if challenging the indescribable presence before her. Her throat grew hoarse from the effort, but she disregarded everything, wanting only to vent the pain and anger inside her.
Her arms trembled from exertion, a frenzied light gleaming in her eyes. With all her might, Erin slammed the baby onto the ground; its body made a dull thud, shattering like broken pottery. Her voice was filled with anguish and determination, as if in that moment, her soul shattered along with it: "You are already dead! You will not come into this world!"
Yet, the Compound Eyes in another realm merely watched Erin silently, as if everything she did meant nothing to them. The indifference of the Compound Eyes sent a chill through Erin, making her feel that all her efforts were in vain. The countless Compound Eyes gazed at her like an abyss, filled with endless coldness and pressure that nearly crushed her spirit.
"Did you hear me? You are already dead!" Erin shouted again, her voice brimming with unending fury and despair. Tears mixed with sweat streamed down her cheeks, but she paid no mind. She felt her strength waning as pain and fear surged like a tide within her; yet her resolve remained steadfast. She could not allow this evil presence to continue threatening the world, no matter the cost.
The Compound Eyes continued to watch Erin quietly, their cold gaze pressing down on her like an unbearable weight. She knew that the existence behind these Compound Eyes far exceeded her understanding and imagination, but she could not back down. Her heart was a tumult of emotions—anger, sorrow, and fear intertwined—making it hard for her to breathe.
Erin felt her mind gradually fracturing under the relentless pressure; countless voices and images flooded her mind as if trying to tear apart her sanity. Her body trembled from extreme tension and fear; her fingers still clutched tightly to the remnants of the Stillborn as if it were her last support.
"You bastard!" Erin screamed again in desperation and madness. She felt herself teetering on the edge of collapse; everything before her became blurred and distorted. "I won’t let you succeed! No matter what you are, I won’t let you come into this world!"
The Compound Eyes remained unmoved; their icy gaze filled Erin with profound despair. Her breath quickened, heart pounding like thunder, as if it might stop at any moment.
In response to Erin's hysteria, a cicada seemed to emit a sincere lament, its voice deep and sorrowful as if truly empathizing with Erin's pain. There was no hint of softness or pretense in that sound; instead, it was filled with sincerity and gentleness, as if engaging in a dialogue deep within her soul.
"Child..." The cicada's voice was steady and gentle, as if coming from a distant place. "I mourn for what has happened to you; however, as you can see... none of this concerns me."
A wave of emotions surged within Erin's heart; her anger and despair gradually subsided in response to that gentle voice. She still felt immense pain and confusion, but the cicada's words seemed to soothe her soul, granting her a flicker of fragile peace.
The Compound Eye slowly rotated in space, coldly observing everything around it. It watched the church engulfed in flames, the burning ruins, the bodies scattered on the ground, and the shattered Stillborn. There seemed to be a hint of sorrow and helplessness in its gaze, as if lamenting this endless disaster.
"You must understand, child..." The voice of the Cicada echoed again, still gentle and steady. "All this pain and chaos is not caused by me. I am merely a part of this world, just like you. I am also a character in this fate."
Eileen's hand remained tightly grasping the remains of the Stillborn, her eyes flickering with conflicting emotions. Her heart was filled with countless questions and confusion, yet that gentle voice brought her an indescribable comfort.
"I know your pain; I can feel your despair..." the Cicada continued, its voice filled with sincerity and sorrow. "But you must know that none of this is your fault, nor is it mine. We are all part of this river of fate, unable to do anything but drift along."
Eileen felt a wave of intense powerlessness wash over her; her body trembled from extreme fatigue, and tears streamed down her face once more. She didn’t know how to confront all of this, but that gentle voice gave her a glimmer of hope.
Though Eileen felt warmth in those words, she knew it might just be the Cicada's lies. Anger surged within her again, compelling her to roar uncontrollably, "What gives you the right to say this has nothing to do with you? Look at these people! Look at these foolish and wicked villagers! Controlled and toyed with their entire lives by you! Is none of this your fault?"
The Cicada smiled gently, its voice still soft and steady, yet hidden within that laughter was an imperceptible threat. "Child, your pain saddens me, but you must understand that the suffering and chaos in this world are not something I alone can control."
Suddenly, a blinding light emanated from the Cicada's eyes, causing Eileen to feel a sharp pain that forced her to close her eyes. Her head throbbed as if countless needles were piercing her mind. When she painfully opened her eyes again, the scene before her left her stunned.
She saw a dreamlike world where everything around was composed of pristine white cubes arranged neatly into an endless white maze. The smooth surfaces reflected blinding light, leaving her feeling utterly lost and confused. Turning around, she saw all the deceased from the town standing nearby, their faces radiant with happiness and satisfaction, their eyes sparkling with joy.
Eileen searched through the crowd for familiar faces, her heart overwhelmed with shock and confusion. She spotted Mark and Lisa; their complexions were rosy and their expressions joyful as if immersed in some indescribable happiness. A wave of profound shock surged within her as tears streamed down her face again.
"This is impossible..." Eileen murmured softly, her voice filled with astonishment and bewilderment. She could not comprehend what lay before her; it felt as though she had fallen into an endless dream. Those who had once suffered and despaired now appeared so blissful and content, leaving her feeling deeply conflicted and confused.
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