The world is a silent one, its soundless vigil broken only by the words of the five individuals that found themselves in these wastelands. In the horizon, something can be seen, standing above the trees on the undulating plains. It was an enigma, but, ultimately, the only real landmark that existed in this world. As far as the eye can see, there were no signs of life. And as far as their sixth sense can extend, there were no signs of spirits.

It was a truly dead world, bathed in a moonlight splendour that grew only stronger and stronger as the minutes ticked away.