You open your eyes and everything has burnt, what used to be Rose's became black dust with a generic smell to it.

The land burns and the soil turns red, you see blood; a pool of sin.

Come bathe with me you ask, they all see you in madness, their eyes shriek in sight of you. A demon, one that only wish sufferings on those poor damned souls.

They drag their feet with effort, each step becomes a burden and heavy, like a parade of wildebeest...