We live in a land where the footprints of ghosts linger. Where the easiest thing to solve is a murder.

They abruptly end, they seem to never cease. Whenever you’re scared, they’re there at least.

What do you think happened at the tracks that end at the oak tree? Or to the young damsel who stops at the creek?

It’s a haunting thing to know, you can retrace the dead. But it’s even worse to never know where they lie.

Sometimes it’s hard to tell, reality or fantasy. Who meant well, or who was sent from hell.

Today I chose wrong, the only hint of life is a singular firefly. It is here, the suicide cliff of demons that can’t bring themselves to lie.

The ones meant to trick you. Deceive you, who can’t bring themselves to do so.

Swallowed up by hate for themselves. Who can’t look at people like myself.

Follow your dreams. Follow unknown footprints. Go unexplored places. Search far and wide.

But I warn you, my child. Never look for the place where demons go to die.