"Shards of glass, in heaps, falling from somewhere above. You do not see, but you can just hear them.
An eerie, abandoned graveyard, with dilapidated tombstones, dimly lit with a pale glow of moonlight. The moon seems to be in mourning
Mysterious encounters with those from another world, with warnings or messages of their well-being.
Strong fragrance of flowers and incense, suddenly from nowhere, but resulting in news of some ones death.
Fiercely holding onto a child, who is a reincarnation of her own daughter, will Shirin be able to hold onto her forever?
There are...