The boy halted.

Behind him, the sound of the broken waterfall, which covered most of the ethereal-like meadow, ceased. The crowd that had filled the clearing slowly decreased, disappearing like mist-erased figures.

For a moment, their shapes were all that was left, shadows in the haze, and then even those vanished.

He stood alone among the wet stones. The wind was preparing for a sound that would never come.

Then he began to move again.

The faint bloodstains that trailed across the path were echoed by his footsteps. He moved gently, hopping from one to the next as though following a pattern only he could see.

As he proceeded, the fog grew more dense, covering the ground's edges.

He crossed into it without pause.

His figure dimmed almost instantly, the smoke from his hands melting into a glow.

The wind would begin to pick up, and soon his hair would be vigorously thrashed around.

Then it vanished as well.

With it, the boy disappeared.