Sunset painted the verdant landscape of The Shadowlands in brilliant hues of crimson and orange, casting long shadows over the lush undergrowth. The vibrant wildlife had begun to settle down for the day, their calls fading into the serene whisper of the breeze.

Sixth and final passage (All regrets – suspicious vegetation – a blessing of chestnuts – sleep – midpoint ossuary – necks all wrung – a madman’s holiday – confession – dividends of blood – the song – strange kin – Nothingness – waiting)

I've tried to imagine what it must be like to awaken fully formed, possessing certain skills but without a past to remember, lost in a world of amnesiacs.

I tell this story for I know not what. No chance it will be read, I am sure of that. Ah, but Picnic, you may say, perhaps someday our ancestors will find these journals and perhaps they will read them and perhaps perhaps perhaps

The journeying Foxes had lost all sense of time. Had they been traveling for weeks or months or even longer? 

I awaken to violent shaking, a force yanking me out of a deep sleep. “What do you want?” I murmur.  No answer, but the shaking continues.  

A Tale by Kagami:

gm Foxes,

Welcome to the Wild Foxes drop. Here’s what you need to know.