The community church, which had been abandoned for who knows how many years, was brightly lit and clean inside. At the same time, Duncan saw a scene of dilapidation in the brightly lit church as if it were "another reality."
This gave Duncan a feeling as if this tiny church were an "erroneous space" overlaid upon reality, or a forgotten place stranded in a crevice of time and space. Two completely opposing histories had intersected here, and yet the church remained at the crossroads, its internal clock having ceased to move forward ever since.
It had neither been destroyed nor survived the great fire.
So... did the nun who stayed alone in this church know anything?
"It's been a long time since anyone visited this church," the nun clad in a black priestess's robe repeated softly, smiling as she raised her head, her gaze seeming to pierce through Sherry and Duncan standing before her, "Where do you come from? Strange faces... you are not residents of this place, are you?"
