Tuffs of echoing whispers escaped the woods. You swore you could hear singing voices among them, you knew you weren't hearing things. You'd exclaim to the others, "Don't you hear it? They're back! The singers are back!"

Of course, no body believed you. They claimed there wasn't any trace of a words even sputtered by a voice, much less a song, coming from the dense forest.

Frustrated you grew, having everyone thinking you were crazy. And then one day, the singing stopped. You became anxious to find out why, and you ceased to end you expeditions in search of answers.

Years passed, and the songs were forgotten. The vocals just seen as an illusion. And you finally gave it a rest, forgetting what you initially saw in the mystery.

But one day, one came back. It was no longer a chorus of voices, but more as a single, sad voice. As if hope was beginning to vanish forever. And what did you do?

Of course, you seized after it.