"My name is Argenweilt. I'm a particular place - or, I used to be. I was a beautiful, grassy hillside, surrounded by a small forest on one side and a cliff with a waterfall and an exposed vein of silver on the other. But as time passed, the landscape changed... An earthquake changed the hill, a forest fire burned the wood, and the river to the waterfall was redirected by a rock slide." The older gentleman sighed. "Now, I'm the ghost of a place that is no longer there, a place no human ever saw. Oh, you should've seen me in my time. The sun would be rising, cresting over the treetops... and the light would stir up a rainbow from the bottom of the falls that would throw its colors back onto the woods from the sunlight reflected by the silver. I was a wonderful place. I just wish somebody could've seen me."