Farville 🧑‍🌾

They fell from the sky like fire-seeds.
Each one scorched the land where it touched,
and from the ashes grew the eggplants—
violet relics of a forgotten storm god.
Only ten remain. And they do not sleep.

The ground trembles beneath their weight.
They pulse in the soil like buried hearts.
And those who eat them?
Their minds split with thunder. Their eyes burn with lightning.

Still, I climb.
Through cinder winds, through the Grave Hills,
across fields where no leaf dares turn upward.

Not for glory. Not for salvation.
But because the prophecy named me.
And the storm is coming back.

I'm looking for 10 Eggplant on /farville 🧑‍🌾