Farville 🧑‍🌾

When the crimson fruit ripens beneath the ash moon,
and the frostwood trees whisper names that time forgot...
then begins the Trial of the Ten.

Strawberries, yes. But not of earth.
Each one holds the blessing — or curse — of a vanished realm.
They bloom in haunted soil, where no light dares linger long.
They are guarded not by beasts, but by memory, oath, and blood.

The knight does not question the path.
His armor is not for show.
His sword, not for fear.

He walks where legends fade and truth sharpens.
And though the world may not recall his name,
the fruit will.

He kneels to none.

I'm looking for 10 Strawberries on /farville 🧑‍🌾 :)