You're treading a silent path .

It's a strange, shifting, inconsistent path, a path that never looks the same twice.

This is a hard trail to find.

Some stumble upon it quite by accident. Others have the path mapped into their minds from birth. And others still amble blindly in search of it for years, not fully understanding the consequences that walking this road brings.

Not much can be said for certain about this place. Not many enter here of their own free will. Those who do tend not to re-emerge.

This is where you’ll find them.

The only way to find them.

The Wandering Girl and The Omniscient Gentleman.

He leads. She follows, with a certain degree less of enthusiasm. That’s important. That’s the way it works.

They have other names, of course. Names that have changed throughout their shared history, names that they would prefer to keep unspoken. But these are the names that they’re called here. And they will suffice.

She doesn’t want to be ‘omniscient’. Not like him. You can see it on her face, her solemn, melancholic expression. But she’s also curious. She’s vibrant and reckless. You wouldn’t be able to guess that from her gloomy, dark features, and yet it’s there.

She wants change. He says the world doesn’t work that way.

He is enigmatic. That would probably be because of the madness. He used to be cold, formal, refrained. He was also very clever. Still is. Which she thinks is the problem. A problem there may or may not be a solution for.

And this is where it begins. For you, that is.

For them it began a long, long time ago.

You’re not here to find out how it started, however. You’re looking for an end.

Just like they are.