They say I was the one lost in the Ardennes Forest, a ghost between the trees, a whisper in the wind. But while I wandered, Ophélia drowned...

They say I was the one lost in the Ardennes Forest, a ghost between the trees, a whisper in the wind. But while I wandered, Ophélia drowned in the censors’ ink, her voice silenced by the hands of Night Café. The Birds? Gone too, vanished with the mysterious chest that now sits, half-buried, in the corner ...