The curtain of night has been drawn.
Tonight, the stars gather like a galactic river, flowing across the sky.
A full moon and a solitary star hang on the horizon.
The bright moonlight pours into the Ghost Soul Mountain Range.
Yet, within the cool, dark mountain range where the cold wind wails, the moonlight only makes the place more eerie and chilling.
The howling wind pierces through the rocky caverns of the mountains, producing a sound akin to wailing.
The sound is piercing, yet it continuously echoes in the ears.
A phantom-like figure slowly moves beneath the moonlight.
Upon closer inspection, it's a ghost.
Under the moonlight, the ghost's body appears pale and faint, like smoke swirling and gathering as it moves forward slowly.
The ghost gently cradles a palm-sized incense burner pedestal.
A solitary incense stick stands straight upon the small incense burner.
