She had left the house in the morning, just after breakfast and the argument with her mother, and it took her only a few minutes to reach the cursed hill.
She remembered immediately approaching the lake, and poured all her anger and frustration into it, screaming, spitting, throwing stones and bits of earth everywhere, and then...nothing, she realized with horror.
She couldn't remember a thing.
Between her gestures of fury and her "awakening" in the lake, she had no idea what had happened.
She had to get back.
It would obviously be difficult, given her condition, but she had to.
She sat up and noticed that the twilight, already as red and glowing as Diria had ever seen it, was turning even redder and darker, becoming an incredibly ominous scene.
She knew immediately that she had to leave.
She turned for a moment towards the forest that must be the cause of all this darkness, and seemed to be even deeper and more repulsive, then stood up as best she could.
She hadn't taken ten steps when a new "catastrophe" occurred: a mist rose, but fortunately it was light.
Diria fervently hoped it would have left the hill before it became thick and almost opaque.
She was alone, and never being so was more terrifying and staggering.
Diria still managed to cover perhaps a few hundred meters when a silhouette appeared in the strange, hateful mist.
At first, she was relieved, for she took the silhouette to be that of someone lost like herself, or who knows, even better, someone who was looking for her.
But soon, to her dismay and horror, this was not the case. It was approaching her fast. And she could see that it was the silhouette of a being that was anything but human.
It was imposing, dark, and the smell it gave off was so nauseating and morbid that the young woman almost fainted from disgust.
She would have liked to step back, turn on her heels and walk away, but she couldn't, and neither could her body.
So she watched, terrified and powerless, as this disgusting, macabre monster approached her. And when he was no more than a dozen meters away, his smell now unbearable, she was hardly surprised at how hideous he was. Hideous and evil.
His clothes, a suit and a long coat, were in an appalling state of disrepair, covering a body in a state of decomposition? He wore a large hat like a necromancer's, and his skinny, half-emaciated face showed his bones, sharp teeth and a bulging yellow gaze, like that of a reptile before its prey, fixed and atrocious.
Diria could easily guess its intentions; indeed, it had stopped before approaching slowly, inexorable, deadly.
Already, it was opening its wide mouth set with sharp teeth capable of shredding any flesh and breaking bones with ease.
And right now, it was her flesh and bones that were about to be shredded, in less than a minute.
This is the end, Diria thought, her mind so clouded with fear and unreality that she didn't know what to do.
But soon, in this situation of mortal danger, her instincts took over.
It spurred her body on and made her limbs work as hard as they could. So Diria stepped back, turned and ran.
Somehow, she knew she'd never make it, but at least she'd have the satisfaction of having done something - a small comfort, but better than nothing.
But more than anything, she was certain that if a miracle was to happen, it would happen in this forest.
It was paradoxical, she agreed, for this indomitable and majestic forest was not the source of all this evil? But perhaps it would also be impartial to all who entered it.
Like the rest of the world, she was unaware of its origins, its intentions and its raison d'être, but at this moment, it represented Diria's last salvation.
But alas for her, the forest was too far away.
But curiously, at a given moment, the monster that had been pursuing her with deliberate slowness to play with her, stopped, all senses on the alert, looking around feverishly, almost fearfully.
Now it was his turn.
She could clearly see that he was straining to break, sniffing the air, piercing the mist with his hunted gaze.
He did so for a long time, giving his prey enough time to reach this incomprehensible and terrifying realm, which was to be her only chance in a world now as red as blood.
However, on reaching the threshold of this abominable territory, she hesitated to continue, trembling like a dead leaf.
But when she felt the macabre presence of her flesh-eating hunter behind her, threatening her with his deadly aura and intentions, she finally decided to enter.
If outside, in this blazing kingdom of twilight, Diria defined it as icy, it was nothing compared to the coldness of the forest.
So cold, in fact, that Diria could only take two steps before falling to her knees, stiff with cold and pain.
She could feel nothing, her whole body so numb and wounded.