:{oh no}: i think there are some witches outside, Crawling from the sea. I hope they wont get in.

:{ Tap tapping, as always at this time of year.}:

• Through the long wet grass
• spitting and cursing
• venomous sylf mist
• {clutching}
• Damp in your lungs
• Dark in your head

:{oh no}: I think they are coming through the floor

They know i'm here. They wont leave me now.

:{faintly familier}:

:{closer and closer}:

They bring me to Stone, Earth and Ash.

{:}

...and now my turn in the grass...

flora

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