A gentle breeze flows through the woods, my heart rate raising from the long walk. It has been a good hour today, walking through my woods away from the worries of school and the world, Here I am free.

Just a little further, I will be at the stream and I can enjoy a swim. No one ever comes here, this is my place, the music of the woods replacing the blaring radios, little woodland creatures running around in place of rambunctious children.

Deep within the bowels of the earth, thousands of chanting figures stand clustered within a massive cavern. Each focusing solely on the faintly glowing monolith standing at the center. Ten figures stand alone from the rest, their motions leading the rest.

Motes of pure white light dance around the air above, as they collide they streak down and through different figures tearing ghostly souls from their bodies. With each fallen, a swarming sphere of souls floating above grows brighter and larger. Hours pass, until finally none but the ten are left.