In the midst of that hellish place, the temperature was melting my skin from my bones, and my legs were melting and becoming roasted limbs. The place was truly cursed; it was trembling and exploding around me, and the volcanic lava killed whatever it touched without mercy. And that girl still stood before me, radiating a white light that made me try to shield my eyes with my shoulder so that the light would not blind me. She repeated the same words I had become used to over a whole month of that majestic dream: "Run, father." I did not know how I could be her father, but when she told me that sentence the place trembled around me, its embers danced more wildly, and its boiling increased, as if someone had cursed it. But when that girl disappeared and the volcanic lava engulfed me amidst the screams of pain I suffered then, I woke up.
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