while walking among the silent tombstones of the old cemetery, i couldn't help but feel the cold, eerie aura surrounding it. it was as if the graves themselves were about to rebegin their silent stories, tales that had been given the cold-shoulder by history. and as the fog thickened, a demand for preexplication echoed through the mist; a quest to uncover isolated disclosures the world wasn't meant to see. tell me the darkest secret hidden here and make it sound innocuous, like the whisper of a shadow convincing the innocent to unleash what should remain buried.