A mist drifts closer. It comes harmless and unassuming. But then, silence and darkness engulf the atmosphere. The only sound comes from our heartbeat the the shivering of our bones. A chill runs down our throats, and we begin to pant for breath. But the mist enters our mouths, our bodies, possesses us, and forces the edges of our mouths to extend...to smile against our will. We are losing ourselves. So says the legend of the Phantom Tongue .