Coffins…coffins filled with earth.
This place is no dwelling for the living― it is a crypt for the dead, a hospice for the dying.
That smell…I can place it now. It is the stench of Death; it permeates the air, seeps through the walls.
I cannot get out. I am too high up. The night is coming; he will awake soon.
I cannot get out.
I fear that I will die here.
The sun is set; I sense him stir below. His brides will feed on his leavings.
I will die here.
Forgive me, Mina. My greatest regret is that I should die before wedding you.
This is my tomb. This is my coffin.
Coffins…coffins filled with earth….