Nightmare Aria

[Daiwa Scarlet]

A small grove with a table of darkened glass. A ring of chairs surrounds it, waiting for visitors to arrive. Hollow singing echoes throughout, with no apparent source. Looming clouds swirl to and fro, creating dark vortexes in the sky. The distorted swirls warp the sky, consuming the streaks where the moons and stars shine. Bare trees surround the clearing, their vitality long gone. Clusters of dry brushwood form thick hedges along the sides of the road, forcing pedestrians along a single path. Opposite the path there is an ominous tower, but you see no road with which to reach it.

[Daiwa Scarlet]

Down the path