Elyon will most likely not mind being alive and yet he remembers bloodless, loads of secrets and techniques buried in the frozen ground. He wanders like a restless ghost through a snow-encrusted cemetery, collectively shattering fragments of long-forgotten lives. Every gravestone maintains a kind attitude, every shadow seems to maintain its breath, and somewhere in many snowy stones lies the truth about what really happened here presumably.
Victor is not a ghost and yet he is just as determined to find what the cemetery is hiding. Flashlight in one hand, pocketbook in different, he walks winding passages, peering into abandoned hiding places and searching every hidden cell for clues Ancient paper hidden behind unbound rock, faded photographs half buried in snow, extraordinary miniatures as if buzzing in memory, each discovery coronary heart of mystery that has haunted this region for decades brings to the counter.
The whispers grow louder with each step. Some sound like echoes of distress, others like warnings. But Alien and Victor move on, as certain secrets and techniques refuse to live buried forever. Would you take a look at the trail and recognize what the cemetery has tried so hard to cover?