In a misty forest, towering trees stand sentinel under the moon's scrutiny. Quietus of sound blankets the night, causing distant melodies of a nearby stream to susurrate through relaxed ambience, enticing you to venture further inward; scant moonbeams filter and weave through dense foliage, imbuing your surroundings with eerie luminosity.

A woman steps out from the soup of fog.

“What do you desire from Faust?” Her words—mere whispers amidst the din of cicadas—hung delicately in the air.