Flock of Sprites

“They looked so delicate, dancing through the old ruins. All soft colors and shimmering lights. Once I got close enough, they vanished like smoke.”

The nights are long up in the woods, spirits, and apparitions a common occurrence. Some are harmless, playful things. Others want to drag your lifeless body into the mist, never to be seen again.

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