We report: half of the field has been flattened by the dew last night. There are memories of odd dreams haunting our mind as we watch Earth's shadow sink down behind the horizon. We try to get a hold of the last wisps of them, but they all end up fading away in the sunshine.
The myth is neither here nor there, from the air.
Just blue lake stains and purified, parcelled squares:
a crazy quilt of spearmint, of mustard and honey tones;
a scuffed-up kitchen floor
of tiles on top of bones with a big trap door
feeling insane today! brain filled with 100 hamsters! most of the hamsters have fallen ill! and the remaining hamsters accidentally drank a can of coca cola at 10pm and now they're wilding out! I need to go run laps in some sort of enclosure!
We report: we are starting to get into these autumn storms now. They are more wind than anything else, making us feel like we are speeding through several days of weather at a time. Last night, we spend all our dreams holding onto our blankets, for fear of them flying away.
@VoicesByZane Any chance you could drop a list of your favourite Warhammer YouTubers? I only know how to play Nurgle & am seeking to broaden my horizons
We report: the sky has welled up in strange tears. We only saw them because we are always looking for odd shapes in the clouds; these slightly ominous ones faded in and out of the grey quite gracefully. The rain picked up again once they were out of sight, carried by the wind.