Your recollection of the past days' events are hazy, though you sift through your memories in an attempt to recall how you ended up wading knee-deep in somber darkness. It began with a visit, to a distant relative's homestead, simply to mourn the passing of somebody you hadn't really heard of before, supposedly an elderly uncle. Upon your first night at the house, darkness beset you and comforted you to sleep... and that is where the haze began. You're surrounded by people you've hardly seen before on a land unfamiliar to your eyes; it feels almost like a trance.
