"..." I look around, seeing that the scene this time is a sea of blood. I see countless bodies, all resembling me, but at different stages of life — an Evelyn as a child, a teenager, an adult, a dragon, older, countless versions.
The whole place is deeply macabre, the sky a dark, deep crimson with black clouds. I'd say the image reminds me of something that would be defined as hell.
And one of them stands amid this sea of blood and bodies. I deduce she's the "messenger" this time, yet another copy of the Original Evelyn made to speak with me.
"So you're the Evelyn who's supposed to speak with me? Please, don't be as irritating as the other Evelyn," I say to her. She has a much more mature appearance, with a physique relatively different from mine, though still close to it since, perhaps because of the pregnancy, my body seems to have matured a little.
