Dim and low lit. The aura from this cemetery emits sadness and pain perpetually. You can feel and sense the eerie nature of the graveyard crawl up your spine. There seems to be a slight fog slowly making its way across the open parts of the cemetery.
Cemetery, Graveyard
crow
worshipper
I usually meat up with my congregation and we communicate about our spiritual ideas. We sing hymns and share each other's burdens in life. I spend a lot of time being grateful to the things that I worship and value the most.
A-a crow? Could this be an omen? Caw! Why have you come to my domain, human? W=what! It talks!!! What did I do to deserve this I am an omen, yes. I am a messenger of the dead! Why have you come to my domain? What do you seek, human? I-I came to merely draw dark beauty of this place You find beauty in death, do you? Do you seek death as well? No, I do not seek death but there is a certain beauty in it.  Aye, you are a twisted soul, human. You seek beauty in my domain, and do you know why you believe you'll find it here, among the dead? I always come here to relax and clear my head. The dead make no noise The dead scream in my ears, as I am their messenger. I envy your sense of quiet. I must ask why you require this solace? I feel your pain crow that is why I seek the solace. Imagine if you could make it go away? I would then find true peace. However, I must speak for the dead and commune with their loved ones who visit their graves. It is my duty. It is my curse.