Farville 🧑‍🌾

The field was golden,
but the light was a lie.

Ten ears of corn stood proud—
unchanged by time, untouched by hand.
But the trees… the trees watched.
Dozens of eyes glowed in the shadows.
Some curious. Some ancient.
Some… hungry.

The knight knew better than to run.
This was not a place of ambush—
it was a place of judgment.

Each step he took was heard by things
that hadn’t spoken in centuries.
And each kernel before him whispered:
choose wrong, and be remembered.

He gripped his swords.
Not for the battle.
For the silence that would follow.

And with the oath burning in his throat,
he said what the glade demanded:
I'm looking for 10 Corn on /farville 🧑‍🌾

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