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Eileen's psychological defenses crumbled completely as she fell to her knees, tears streaming down her face like an uncontrollable flood. In that moment, the flames around her roared back to life, crackling sounds returning to her ears as time resumed its flow. The fire consumed everything in its path, thick smoke swirling in the air while the structure of the church collapsed violently under the intense heat.
Eileen gazed helplessly at the ground, her heart filled with endless pain and despair. She saw the scattered Stillborn, dismembered limbs and cold bodies strewn around her. The wooden Crown lay fallen on the ground, shimmering with an eerie light as if waiting for something.
A voice emerged in her mind, whispering and tempting her: "Pick up the Crown..."
Eileen felt a strong surge of emotion; confusion and pain clouded her thoughts. Her fingers trembled as her gaze was drawn to the wooden Crown. The voice echoed in her heart, carrying an irresistible power: "Pick up the Crown... you will find the answers."
Her heart was filled with contradiction and struggle; she didn't know if this was the right choice, but the temptation of that voice was too strong to resist. Slowly, her hand reached toward the Crown, her fingertips brushing against its cold wood, feeling a strange power emanating from it.
"Pick up the Crown..." The voice whispered again, laden with immense temptation and strength. Eileen closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. She knew this moment would determine her fate; whether it led to hope or despair, she had to make a choice.
Opening her eyes, determination blossomed within her. She grasped the Crown tightly, lifting it from the ground and examining it closely in her hands. The wooden Crown shimmered with an uncanny light, as if telling of some ancient and mysterious power.
As Eileen held onto the wooden Crown, a flicker of hope ignited within her. Suddenly, the Crown began to tremble in her grasp. She felt it growing increasingly hot, as if it contained some powerful force within. As the trembling intensified, small Wooden Cicadas burst forth from the Crown, scattering rapidly into the air, their wings gently flapping and producing a faint buzzing sound.
Eileen watched in awe as her thoughts began to fade away, as if those Wooden Cicadas were stealing away her consciousness and reason. Her vision blurred; everything around her seemed to drift further away. She tried to concentrate but felt herself slowly dissipating, as if her soul were being gradually extracted, becoming light and powerless.
Her legs weakened beneath her, nearly unable to support her body. Deep within, Eileen felt an ever-growing fear that was suppressed by an irresistible force. She knew that her consciousness was being devoured; it seemed she could only rely on that powerful presence for support.
"He..." Eileen whispered softly, her voice filled with endless contradiction and pain. Her gaze became hollow; all she could see were those Wooden Cicadas dancing in the air, weaving some mysterious web that isolated her from this world.
The Wooden Cicadas flew about, forming a massive circle of light that shimmered with strange brilliance. Eileen felt her soul drawn to that light, irresistibly compelled to move forward. Her body felt weightless as if floating in a space devoid of gravity.
"I... can only rely on Him now..." Erin told herself, feeling the resistance within her gradually fade away, replaced by an indescribable calm. She knew that this moment would determine her fate; whether it led to hope or despair, there was no turning back.
Erin's consciousness began to blur, her thoughts dwindling. She felt as if she was merging into the light, becoming part of it. No matter how unknown the path ahead was, she could no longer struggle and could only depend on that powerful presence for support.
The Wooden Cicada danced in the air, its light flickering as Erin's figure slowly disappeared into the halo, becoming a small and helpless soul. In this endless radiance, she felt an unprecedented peace, as if she had found her true home. No matter how insane everything seemed, she could not turn back; she could only rely on that powerful presence to find her final tranquility in the light.
That night, Esperanza was engulfed in flames, the raging fire consuming the sorrowful little town. The blaze illuminated the night, thick smoke billowing into the sky, yet no one knew of the disaster unfolding. The townspeople vanished amidst chaos and fear, their cries drowned out by the roar of flames, as if this place had never existed.
However, one person noticed the catastrophe. Taxi driver Muto drove his car up to the welcome sign of the town. The headlights illuminated the old and dilapidated sign, faintly revealing the name "Esperanza." Muto stepped out of the car and gazed at the distant town, his eyes wide with astonishment.
In the darkness, it had become a sea of fire. Flames rolled continuously, devouring every building and street. Muto stood by his car, feeling the heat wave wash over him; he could hardly believe his eyes. The once peaceful town, filled with simple and traditional life, was now collapsing and being destroyed in flames.
Muto's heart was filled with countless questions and fears; he did not know how this fire had started or if anyone had survived. He simply stood there, staring at the inferno, his mind a whirlwind of confusion.
"How could this happen..." Muto murmured softly, his voice filled with shock and helplessness. He wanted to move closer but found himself unable to advance due to the heat of the flames. All he could do was stand still and watch as the town gradually disappeared in the firelight, turning into ruins.
Yet amidst the shadows of flames, a figure slowly approached Muto. Her steps were light and carefree, as if she were completely detached from the destruction behind her. Her silhouette appeared so contradictory and mysterious in the glow of firelight, creating a stark contrast with the chaos surrounding her.
Muto focused intently; it was Erin—one of the reporters who had come to this place. Her face looked pale in the firelight, but her gaze remained steadfast and calm. Her clothes were blackened by smoke and fire, yet her steps were steady, each one radiating an indescribable determination.
Erin's appearance filled Muto with immense surprise and confusion. He had thought everyone had perished in this disaster, but Erin's figure ignited a glimmer of hope and countless questions within him.
"Erin!" Muto exclaimed, his voice brimming with astonishment and disbelief. "What... what is going on? Weren't you all inside?"
Erin walked up to Muto, stopping in front of him, taking a moment to catch her breath. She looked into Muto's eyes, a complex mix of emotions flickering within her. "Muto, we have to leave here. This place is no longer safe."
Muto gazed at Erin, trying to find answers in her eyes, but the determination and calmness reflected there only deepened his confusion. "How did this fire start? What about the others? Where are they?"
Erin did not answer Muto's questions. Instead, she quietly stared into the distance at the raging inferno before slowly opening the car door, her voice low and steady. "Let me go back..."
Muto felt a strange sense of bewilderment, unable to understand why Erin wanted to return in such a situation. Yet he could see the resolve and exhaustion in her eyes. He knew he couldn't change her mind and simply nodded in agreement with her request.
"Alright, I'll take you to the airport," Muto said, his tone filled with resignation and concern.
Erin silently got back into the car and closed the door, her gaze still fixed ahead as if lost in endless contemplation. Muto started the engine, and the car slowly pulled away from the town engulfed in flames.
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