The horrifying magnificence of subconscious dread.
The poetic beauty and the sheer madness of time.
The glorious, infinite scale of unknown perils that come from within all that's human and from the past.
The enchantment of Kwaidan's horrors is not awaiting within the visible. Not within knowledge, nor within facts. Fear endures through the ages. It seeps through every particle of matter, untill it fully grasps the brain only to smoothly float into the subconscious. Ghosts.
Over time betrayal occurs…