Death has long been prowling over the Wales plains exposed to every wind. And the ancient domains of Death still remain under her rule—at least, for now. Still—unseen. Still… for a short while. Because in an ancient Welsh manor, strange bones have already been found—buried many years ago… Because a young artist is already drowning in the depths of madness, and her work begins to turn into something very strange… Because a small boy is already balancing on the edge between the real world and the unreal world—the strange, deadly, dark world… And the more desperate, the more pitiful, the more hopeless the bleating of all-seeing sheep in the windy night…