Howling winds, but with tense silence gave the air a dark vibe. The only sound made was the soft rustling of the trees and the grass, with occasional leaves floating slowly to the plain below, which were only visible as small silhouettes in the yellow light of the moon. It was soft but ill-omened at the same time, an oxymoron for a deranged and insane calm. A lone man stood as silent as the scene, shadowed by the light of the moon.