The sky with the embers of the church was reflected in dark red, not the sunset, but yes, similar to the smell of burning incense ashes.
The sight of the ruins of the church was more complete than we expected. The spire has long since collapsed, leaving only a few blackened rib-like arches pointing to the sky.
And now, the countdown of this "game" has closely overlapped with the countdown of our lives and the "time" that determines our destiny.
Purpose: folk suspense