In the beginning, this place was filled with someone's memoriesāsad memories. With the passage of time, those memories break down, and every so often, they creep into our everyday world asā¦disturbances. Why do they show themselves to us? Perhaps they seek a mouthpiece for their own despair, or something else entirely. When strangeness takes root in a place of woe, the seeds of dread begin to germinateā¦ (Source: Yen Press)
