Unkempt graves, with numerous varieties of ivy and vine encroaching onto the weathered stone. The figure slowly crept towards the gravesite, something unnatural about its movements. Once it had reached on particularly old grave, it kneeled down, knees to dirt. Laying its cold hands over the barren dirt, it began to dig, and it didn’t stop until it had reached its goal. It carefully selected a collection of remains of a once-alive person. Riding a hearse-like carriage, it arrived at an old shack in the woods. Inside the room was filled with countless bones of very shape and size. After placing the new bones into it’s place on the wall, the figure sat onto the ground, slowly rocking back and forth, singing in a hoarse voice, “It’s just me and my pearly white bones!”