The sky was painted white by falling snow. A body lay on the snow-covered ground, gasping for breath.
Behind it, a sea of blood stretched wide. Suddenly, the person exhaled sharply and stopped moving. Another figure appeared above the lifeless body—identical in every way. He looked down at himself and covered his mouth in horror.
Time froze. As he stared at the blood-soaked snow, red roses began to sprout from the ground, blooming rapidly until the field was overwhelmed by flowers.
He leaned closer to one, only for an eye to open at its center. He recoiled in shock. One by one, the other roses opened their eyes too, staring at him in eerie unison. He turned toward a path that split the blood-rose field and walked deeper into it.
Suddenly, a white light glowed from beneath the ice. The light formed a cross, and as it brightened, the ground trembled.
A door rose from the frozen earth.
On the door was a horizontal line intersected by a vertical one—the Cross of Christ. White light spilled from the cracks, and from within came the screams of tortured souls, along with a deep, eerie voice chanting strange, indecipherable words.
As he stared, he saw people nailed to crosses, wailing in agony, their bodies painted a dull gray as though smeared with ash or mud.
He moved forward—not of his own will. A force he could neither see nor resist pulled him through the gate. Beyond it stretched a long corridor, thick with cobwebs and darkness....
...the force pushed him forward.