• Listen, look, hear, the whispers are swirling, the shadows are growing, the hollows are coming. People passing, no one is noticing, the hollows are coming. Screeches fill the still air, blasts of power come out from yonder, the ghost seers chant: the hollows are coming. From bush to bush the hollows rise, from tree to tree they swoop, but their fun? none. The soul reapers come, they defeat, they send the defeated hollows away. And when they are gone, does anyone ever think that hollows deserve a chance? "no" is the word that comes out of a soul reapers mouth. "no" listen to one, they have a life, a story too. For the one who tells you this: is a harmless hollow.