I watched the fire dance in the wind. I was terrified that I might take flight. One of my teeth was trembling.
The eerie wind kept howling. I crouched in a corner, surveying my surroundings cautiously.
Suddenly, the wind stopped. I slowly raised my head to glance at the stone coffin. A black mist was gradually growing over it, slowly taking on a human shape.
The fire gradually turned into a phosphorescent green. This brought a sharp edge of tension to my nerves, making me momentarily forget the disaster of the flames.
I watched as the figure in the mist took form. The black haze dispersed slowly, revealing a suffocatingly beautiful individual within.
It was a girl with her eyes closed, a melon-seed face, a delicate Qiong nose. The crisp air of autumn reflected in her gaze, paired with her bright red lips, which exuded a certain allure.
I felt the air within my body diminishing. My frame floated mid-air, my feet hovering back and forth.
