He looked up, but all he could see was the dark silhouette of a figure with thick black hair that flashed past.
It seemed an extension of the choking sensation and eerie coldness he felt, which was not just about being in this place, but as if he had never left.
This time, there seemed to be no way to conceal the vagueness that was setting in...
The distance to that hidden threat grew increasingly closer, as white arms reached out from the silty depths of the lake...
And yet, it was a continuation of God Granny's memories, not a new segment of his own… The sudden realization was terrifying.
The black hair strands twisted around him once again, their power growing stronger, pulling him down, compared to earlier
It was only an instant, swallowed again by the lake, a repeat of the prior scene...
The shocking inverted reflection opened up once more.
God Granny could only control the new groom, powerless to extract any affectionate response from the strange old woman.