Dogs howl on the cold, foggy moors of Weary. The moon wanes, a faint light. Owls and bats swoop among the castle ruins and ancient stone circles. Stone fences once held in flocks of sheep.
Q: Where have they gone?
A: A monster accidentally awakened by old magics stomped them beneath its feet and now the land sinks underfoot. It leaves spongy footprints. People fall into them when the walk the moors. Everyone falls asleep tossing and turning. Insomniacs watch for a glimpse of the Stomp Monster.
“Come, Shiro!” a man calls softly for his dog throughout the night.
He has dark circles under his eyes and lean cheeks.
Emotion 365: Every Day a New Land of Emotion
Q: Where have they gone?
A: A monster accidentally awakened by old magics stomped them beneath its feet and now the land sinks underfoot. It leaves spongy footprints. People fall into them when the walk the moors. Everyone falls asleep tossing and turning. Insomniacs watch for a glimpse of the Stomp Monster.
“Come, Shiro!” a man calls softly for his dog throughout the night.
He has dark circles under his eyes and lean cheeks.
Emotion 365: Every Day a New Land of Emotion
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