Following the frightening meeting in the graveyard, Elara feels haunted by almost forgotten souls. This scenario gives her a new focus. The objective now becomes to find out all possible information about the tragedy that has wedged the souls of the departed into their graves. Visiting the village library, armed with ancient tomes and regional fables, she searches the archives for clues to their history.
While leafing through dusty tomes and faded documents, Elara learns the village was once prosperous until it fell to despair due to a cataclysmic event that cost many lives. Betrayal and loss are murmurings sketched into the pages, signifying a much deeper connection to the spirits she saw. Each new scrap of information quakes with greater clarity in her breast at the burning of their plight and the insatiable wish for recognition.
She seeks an elderly villager who knows the unfolding of events that resulted in the village's downfall. What she learns from their exchanges are of sacrifices made, and wrongs born, fanning the flames within her toward honoring those lost. Yet with the unveiling of the truth, Elara realizes how intricately intertwined the past becomes to her living self.
By night, Elara finds her way back to the burial ground, feeling the pull of the spirits, waiting for her. She prepares to stand before them again, armed with knowledge and compassion, hoping to unite the two worlds, one of the living and another of the dead. Little does she know that they are now faster than the blink of an eye, and their hunger for her recognition is sharper.