The Purgatory Of Flowers

But as though my soul was wrung and thrown into the deepest of hell, darkness devoured me, a foreign yet familiar one—which I doubted that this came from the Frostwrought Mirror that I haven't touched yet.

Right, this feeling was similar to those when my sanity was brought down to zero, or when I was still fully lucid in my visionary dream.

But my Sanity was still 81%, and I was in no way just falling asleep in the middle of fighting the Frostwrought Mirror.

Did another Calamity Object do this to me?

Regardless, I could only focus on what was in front of me at this moment.

Here, my eyes were exposed to a carnage of gold and billowing red.

And all I heard were screams.

"AAAAAAH!"

"They couldn't have possibly abandoned me!"

"I want to go home… I want to go home! Please! Don't drag me away from my one and only home!"

"I curse you all! You who drank the pain that I churned with glee…!"