In the mist-laden depths of the bleak forest, towering trees stand sentinel under the moon's scrutiny. The distant melody of a flowing stream whispers through the 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 thick soup of fog.

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