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#6 𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚

Elizabeth has been away from home for a very long time. Her home is located somewhere below the sky and above the ground. Somewhere grassy. Somewhere, where lost things are found. Elizabeth, or Liza, as everyone calls her, was very excited to come home. It had been many months of traveling, and she looked forward to seeing familiar faces. However, upon arriving at dirt road, she noticed a strange emptiness. "Huh...", She thought. "Where is everyone?"

Continuing to walk down the street, she glanced at one of the windows of a shop. It was the ice cream parlor owned by Mr. Bier. She remembered that if she gave him a toothy smile, she could have her ice cream for free.  Although that was many years ago, when she was a little girl, it still makes her smile.

"I wonder where all the children are...Usually there is a line that goes out the door." As Liza thinks to herself about the adherent strangeness, she notices how faded the pink and white striped walls have become. How foggy the glass windows are and how eerie the ice cream sign sways back and forth in the wind. (Though she couldn't feel the breeze.) She looks away and keeps marching on forward.
More and more cold sweat drips down her forehead and slides down her back. Her eyes dash back and forth, trying to look for any signs of life. Not even a single crow cawed, and her panic grew more apparent. Did the plague make them move? Or a famine that she had not heard of? And if they did leave, why did no one tell Elizabeth?!
She rubs her forehead in frustration. "Where is everyone?" She says again, out loud this time. As Liza thinks about what to do, a strange whisper of a breeze catches her attention. She can hear it calling to her. Without even realizing this, Liza starts to follow the whispering breeze, one foot in front of another. She finds herself facing the abandoned church, though now it really looks abandoned. When she was a little girl, everyone made sure church was clean and well kept. It was used for many things, lime weddings, meetings, celebrations, and when Liza was younger she would always play with the other children inside the church. It was like a small wonder as a child, a place to escape.
She took a deep breath as she walked towards the towering doors of the church. Old and stained, the once pearl wood was now rotten and moldy. The church reeked of something terrible, but it also called to her. Gently, she pushes one of the doors and takes a step inside. As her foot pressed down on the wooden floor, it creeks loudly, putting Liza more on edge. She enters completely inside the church and she sees