There are corpses all around me.
The smell of medicine covers the smell of death.

That's the cause of the dripping sound.
The water is dripping into the corpses' mouths.
The slightly opened mouths take in the water, and it must have been like that for many years as the lips are swollen and rotten, and the jaws are decomposing on some.

"AhAh."
I tell myself that this isn't happening.
I don't want to think that such a thing can happen.
But I can't deceive myself.
I can tell in a second.
Even though there are this many corpses…
No one is dead in here.

"They're… alive…"
They're alive.
These things that can only be perceived as corpses, these things that used to have human shape, are still quite alive.

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"Oh."
Why are they alive?
Every corpse is deformed and they lack too many of the human characteristics.

No limbs.
Those that have had them cut off.
Those that have had the ends decomposed, leaving only the bone.
Those who are ground down in the cracks in the floor.
Those who have become homes to bugs, splattered on the walls.
No matter how they came to be that way, they have no limbs remaining, and all of them are worn-out like rotten trees.

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I don't even need to know why.
The corpses are being eaten by the coffin.
I don't know how it works.
It's just that the corpses are stuck to the coffin, and the coffin is sucking nutrition out of the corpses.

The flow of life.
The coffin is sucking up magical energy… no, something close to the soul.
Slowly.
So not to kill the ones it leeches off, and so as not to allow them to live.

…The sound of the wind that sounds like sobbing.
It seems like screams coming out of the corpses' mouths.
Their throats have already decayed and they cannot let out voices. It has already become just an organ to keep them alive.

But still, the corpses are crying out.
In an almost inaudible voice, they scream with all their might.
It must be the pain and the fear.
They continue screaming, unable to stand losing their form and being eaten alive.