Somewhere, in a faraway place lies a thin tributary of water in a quiet brook veiled in an unnatural mist that never yields its smothering embrace. Aged by the years, and a shadow of its former self, the dilapidated bridge maintains its duty for any would-be traveler.

Casting a sickening pallor over the landscape, the trees and foliage radiate a sharp, crimson, red color that leaves a beautiful, yet haunting perception of this strange place.