This picture reminds me of a poem I loved as a child. Something like "If you can't be the tree at the top of the hill, be the shrub at the bottom. But be, the best little shrub that grows in the vale. Be the best life that people will see.
An old abandoned house sat surrounded by a dense foggy mist. It made them wonder what secrets the old house held. "If only it could talk." She said to him quietly." "Did you hear that?" He asked her, hoping it was just his imagination.