It's dark. And cold. I make my way through the village. It's like in the pictures, as if nothing's happened. But it's dark. And it's cold. And it's empty. Only the red sand under my bare feet feels real. A whooshing sound. Right behind me. There's nothing. Not a single soul. I would've preferred it any other way. That whoosh again. As if something is moving really quickly, flying past me. A melody. A very familiar melody. It gets stronger as I round the corner. Where have I heard this melody before? It's coming from one of the houses. I get closer. That house… where have I seen that singing house? Where have I seen this place. The melody gets louder. It's booming in my ears. That whoosh of air again. It doesn't just pass by me, though. It stays, swirling around me, circling me like a helpless animal, like pray. The red sand rises, swirling with the sound. It swallows me until it's the only thing I can see. Until it's the only thing there is. A shadow wraps around the sand, shaping it. Almost as if I'm in the middle of a tornado. There are all those voices, calling out to me. Calling my name from every direction. I should know them, but I don't. They want to help me, but they're too far away. More voices appear. Angry, this time. So angry. So hurt. It's my fault. I've done something. I'm an obstacle somehow. The voices grow louder and louder. I try to press my hands against my ears, but I can't move. Finally, the sand disappears. I look around, expecting to see whoever is calling out to me. Hundreds of disembodied voices. A red shadow moves through the village like a snake, destroying everything it touches. One by one, even the voices that sounded safe become angry. He wants me. Because of me they all died. It's my fault. The shadow comes to a stop by the singing house. It slams against the door, but the soothing melody just gets louder. A blast of blue light strikes from the house and my vision, once again, goes fully black. He's here for me. That's what it's always been about.