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Imagine with me this.... Deep within a nameless forest lives a man who's existence lies outside of the very fabric of time itself. In a small shack, constructed of wood so rotten it makes one wonder how it could not have long ago turned to dust, he toils over a stone carving. His flesh, drenched with perspiration, glistens and flickers by the light of a flame, dying in a nearby fireplace. It has been told the stone carving is one of the history of man, and whatsoever this old man should etch into it's surface shall indeed come to pass. Along the walls of this dilapidated structure are piled high curios from every corner and culture of the known world. Amongst this collection sits a small jar, purchased from a dying man for a handful of sage and a chicken's foot. The jar emits a soft emerald light, for it's contents are most unusual. Contained beneath it's rusted lid are the souls of three forgotten travelers. And this, my friends, is the story of what takes place inside of it...... Scarecrow Jenkins- nylon string guitar Adelin Alexanian- violin Ryan McCauley- drums User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.