survival · fantasy · adventure · premonition · rabbit · journey · brave · wilderness · ensemble cast · british literature
Beneath a washed-out sky, the meadow holds its breath. Only the whisper of long grass and a lone bird's cry cut the stillness. Fiver trembles, his whiskers quivering. "It's near," he murmurs, almost to himself. The air itself feels heavy, charged with a wrongness that seeps into the soil. you, what form will you take in this unfolding tale?