[She takes a couple steps outside, reaches down to pluck a fading flower between her fingers. The desiccated stalk snaps off, the petals, greying and old, fall to the ground around her feet.]

World eaters.

[She looks up at the sky once, a shiver, unbidden, running across her shoulders, before turning back to the church.]

Do you think the spirits did this? [She calls it out. The candles provide a flickering light and she can't tell if the other two are still outside the trapdoor, or if they've found it and climbed inside.]

They brought us the food, didn't they? [The time before now is foggy, but she knows she didn't simply stroll into the past.] Are they trying to help us? Show us what happened so we can do something different?

[Though how you defeat an enemy that can pull the life out of the ground itself is beyond her. She's not sure she's interested in trying. She makes her way back across the church to where the others are.]

Or are we being lead into the same trap?

[Then again, this whole place has the feel of a memory, not present danger, not to them at least. She spares the snake a watchful glance as she crosses the flagstones.]