This is a basement located in the suburbs, surrounded by darkness and silence, with only a faint, dim yellow fire burning at the very end of the basement.
It is a simple altar filled with candlesticks.
The candlelight burns quietly, and the air is filled with the pungent smell of burning poor-quality candles.
In front of the altar, a middle-aged woman wearing a plain headscarf kneels on the ground, silently praying.
In front of her, at the center of the altar, is a circular stone with a pattern carved on it. She whispers softly to this pattern.
Her words mostly involve pleading for miracles and murmuring of faith offerings.
After finishing her recitations, she bows down, her forehead deeply touching the floor, and her hands slowly extend forward as if crawling. Then, she suddenly stands on her knees, looks up, and cries out in a bizarre tone.
