The sun has yet to rise as a gentle thrumming undulates across the open field in front of you. Fireflies alight in the pre-morning symphony, swirling around your form and causing trails in the fog.
Is it a horn and drums that sources the disturbance? Whatever it is seems to pull you in, a gnawing curiosity that draws you across the field. As you reach an old brick and mortar building, the fog embraces it closely as the light of dawn begins to illuminate the world.