10/01/2026
✖️SPIRITS✖️
Cold sheen of pale moonlight, blankets the open field. To cross beyond leads to the darkened midnight doorways of paths between the timbered trees. Dark dwellings of unnatural sounds where repugnant smells of decaying flesh and fallen prey are not uncommon. But no other option did I feel I had for it still follows me. Even with as tired as I am I cannot stop, because I know it grows ever closer to my weary footsteps…