The landscape is clear
She can see the fog rising higher
A mountain empty and dark
Fauna are getting closer to her
Destination
Depressed she feels, as she crosses
The cursed river
This landscape is cursed
And the sun never shines here
The mist is closer inside this
She can be lost
She must, hold herself, on the pathway
And everything will be fine
The mist that surrounds her
The dark that whisper
Sounds of the voices
Of the Mountain Beast dead
Victims!
The dead surround her
Fauna tries to walk the path
But all of her memories
And fears are surrounding her