The mountains are shrouded within a mist that never fades away and the sky is forever under the veil of nightfall. In this place somewhere between heaven and hell lies the resting place for the damned.

Mournful guardians or apathetic specters, the ravens of purgatory are resolute in their pursuit of the fallen for reasons unknown. Memoirs of the past come and go as quickly as they appear and disappear, creating hazy delusions that are perceived as hallucinations as the dead continue their endless spiral into the abyss.