A broken-down cemetery is tucked away back here. It doesn't seem like anyone has been in this place for a long time.

An angel statue is toppled over, its head and wings broken off, hands still clasped to its breast.

There's an oddly large spider making a web between the branches of a tree to your left. Walking to the far side of the cemetery, you can see another view of the hotel and the falls.

The air is so still here, almost thick. For a moment you find yourself freezing like a deer, standing in place and straining your ears for -- what, exactly?

The moment passes and you decide to head back to the garden.