Deep in the Woods, Sunday Night
Sunday, June 14th, 2026 03:06 pmTime was precious - and limited.
As the sun slid back down to the horizon, the arch began to thrum once more. The space within it turned a bright white, and its voice called out again. Singing to the dead, beckoning them home.
It was time.
[[ come say goodbye to your visitors. ]]
As the sun slid back down to the horizon, the arch began to thrum once more. The space within it turned a bright white, and its voice called out again. Singing to the dead, beckoning them home.
It was time.
[[ come say goodbye to your visitors. ]]