Farville 🧑‍🌾

No fire lit the shore only the radishes.
They glowed like relics,
veins of gold pulsing beneath their skin,
casting light on armor etched with failure and fate.

The castle beyond the water had not fallen.
It had fled into shadow, into memory.
But the radishes remained.
They were not crops, but beacons.
Each a shard of the oath that broke the kingdom.

And now he stands at the edge of that rift,
his blade drawn not for battle,
but for offering.

The winds hush.
The lake stills.

He kneels, and says it again:
I'm looking for 10 Radish on /farville 🧑‍🌾