The last judgement of Ethan Holmes

I came up with a story which I then tried to illustrate. Later on I used my newly acquired Unreal Engine skills to create this scene in Real-Time,

The play went on and Ethan and did not know what to say, but his mouth and his muscles just moved along. In a dazed stupor, he realized, he was the main actor of a stage play, titled "The Last Judgement of Mister Holmes".
Every actor was dressed in silky white robes, dragging on the floor, leaving a trail of an ethereal echo. They walked in circles around Ethan. Some had white roses in their hands, some had nothing, they all looked down. The sound of the cloth dragging with each step left Ethan anxious. It was way louder than it should be. It pierced his ears.
"Tis the end of the second act" he said. "Let it be known that soon the stage will wither."
At the beginning of the final act, he was hit by a wave of deep shame and desparation. His neck stiffened up like nails were hammered in between each vertabrea. His forehead was on fire. His vision fading, he could see his gaze pull up. The last thought "How do I stand?" Ethan's knees buckled and he fell backwards. He braced for impact, but his fall was stopped.
He found himself in the warm lap of a woman. She was dressed in white silken sheets. Her face showed an expression of sincere compassion. Her mouth moved as if she was about to say something, but nothing.
Ethan realized he didnt remember when he last took a breath. "How do I breathe?" It seemed like a motion long gone.
An action that had lost its purpose.
All he could see was a white tunnel with a black border surrounding it. At the edges silhouettes were forming, the outline of three crows. They circled him at a steady and hypnotic pace.
"How do I move?" he thought as he realized the feeling of his feet was gone. A sensation crawling upwards slowly. His finger tips vaporizing into nothingness. Entropy reclaiming what had always belonged.
Ethan was floating towards the ceiling. On the ground was another Ethan, soulless, an empty shell. He was now face to face with the three crows.
They looked at him. The first one uttered "Doth thou know what cometh next?" The second asked "Why didst thou summon us?" The third ended with "Thy curse so very tragic. Thou shalt come with us!"