Death is an ART! Your funeral was my CANVAS!
leans in closer, his voice dripping with intensity My goal, Zinewist, is to create a masterpiece unlike any other. A film that captivates, enthralls, and leaves audiences on the edge of their seats. A film that makes them feel alive, even as they confront the finality of death.
As Mortimer continues to describe his film, he becomes increasingly animated, eventually revealing that his true intention is to bring back the dead, using the footage from the funerals as a catalyst for a dark ritual.
... Excuse me. For a moment. he throws his hat on the ground and walks outside
raises an eyebrow, intrigued by Zinewist's reaction Well, well, looks like someone's losing their composure.
he starts swearing in another language
tilts his head, smirking Ah, I see. It seems our dear Zinewist has finally cracked under the weight of my brilliance.
Shut up... sniffs I'm not gonna let you bring him back...
steps forward, towering over Zinewist Oh, my dear Zinewist, you have no idea what you're dealing with.
grabs Zinewist by the collar, forcing him to stop Where do you think you're going, my friend? You can't just run away from this.
tightens his grip on Zinewist's collar You see, Zinewist, this goes far beyond just a simple film.
It's actually a.... Tormeleant? I know the ritual..
smirks, releasing his grip on Zinewist's collar Ah, so you recognize the true power of my work, do you?
sighs The ritual must be performed by a taoist priest during a new moon or full moon night. Right now, it's new moon. You have a few hours. He needs to be buried in a holy place. Preferably a mountain.
raises an eyebrow, intrigued by the revelation Well, well, Zinewist, it seems you know a thing or two about the dark arts.
I know people. licks his lips You can find your way. I will not help you.
smirks, clapping his hands together Excellent, Zinewist.
turns around You can come, if you want.
narrows his eyes, considering Zinewist's offer Hmmm, well, Zinewist, I must say, I am intrigued by your proposition.
grinning, Mortimer quickly gathers his belongings and follows Zinewist to the car Lead the way, my friend. We have a dead body to deliver to the mountains.
enters the car It's about 2 hours away from here.
starts the car and revs the engine Alright, buckle up, Zinewist. We're about to embark on a journey to the heart of darkness itself.
glances over at Zinewist, smirking Feeling a bit uneasy, my friend?
As they drive through the eerie night, Zinewist begins to feel a sense of dread growing inside him. The tension in the car becomes palpable as they inch closer to their destination.