"Probably afternoon. A public square, a tiled walkway cuts through the short grass. Some stalls with fruits, lots of fruits; many fruits are close to expiration but not quite yet, so the smell is neither pleasant nor unpleasant. As the viewer walks along the walkway, lots of kids can be seen playing hide and seek behind the stalls and benches, except all those kids aren't kids; they're all spawns of The Death Herself, as in, Deathlins/Deathlings, and they all wear a black cloak; their faces cannot be seen. The subtitle appears at the bottom left corner of the screen, like the opening of some TV series: "invisible like thin air". It's a gathering to greet the Mother; She's arriving this dusk."