20th March 1965

"Yes I did go for praying, and I did achieve the successful outcome of my sacrifice, my father's life did prolong, his illness vanished away, he got health at the cost my life", she smiled while tears were trickling down her cheeks, her face held utmost satisfaction while narrating the story of hers, "I did triumph, I won at the ordeal of my life, I own Elysium now, just like the other of my sisters".

Murphy was dazzled at what she was hearing, the stories were corresponding to the dreams of her, but none was making any sense to her, the way they were portraying their death as a matter of favorable outcome and success, or the matter of achieving Elysium.

What she could remember from her dreams was a catastrophic and trickery death, covered by coats of slyness, where they were murdered ruthlessly, the innocence of theirs was snatched, while they could do nothing to save themselves from the painful death.

"But? How did you die there? You were supposed to pra