Serpentine chains of silver mist wind through the jade green tendrils of the weeping willow trees that watch over this hallowed ground. The earth is mossy and lush, characterized by its mix of rolling prairie and marshy lowland, and here and there rest piles of stone and crudely fashioned graves. Bordered on one side by the semicircle of trees, Suzumashi Hollow is perfect in its silence, broken only by the soft, poignant symphony of the bell crickets for which the fen is named.