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'Sounds good. Not much changed here either, but I guess ya can see that with ya own eyes!'

 "Have you been working out?"

The worm has finished drinking and has crawled up a plant. He is now hanging upside down from a stem of the plant.

The shadows have elongated and stretch across the land, enveloping all they touch.

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'Sounds good. Not much changed here either, but I guess ya can see that with ya own eyes!'

 "Have you been working out?"

 'Do I look like I've been hitting the gym?' He flexes his non-existent bicep to prove a point. He's still as scrawny as ever.

'Hey wait, what are those shadows?'

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The worm has finished drinking and has crawled up a plant. He is now hanging upside down from a stem of the plant.

The shadows have elongated and stretch across the land, enveloping all they touch.

 "I bettter go check on the fish!!!" She runs off quickly too the river.

'You'd better! If things get dangerous ya could always hide in the trash pit?'

The fish seem fine. They do not look like they were harmed at all. The water seems to shimmer more then normal, even though it is getting dark.

The blue caterpillar is humming to himself and appears to be wrapping himself up with silk.

The shadows seem to move of their own accord, almost as if they are dancing. 

Flint heads slowly towards the tavern, where his den is. Dexen is watching the fish, mesmerised by their shimmering

For a split second, Dexen thinks he sees a beautiful, shining face materialize in the water. It stares at him with crystal clear eyes, and then vanishes.

Flint hears the worm as he is working on a cocoon. He is singing in a strange language. Somehow you are able to understand parts of it:

Hearken to the Gloaming

We must keep on roaming

For the shadows swing and dance

And the dead will be given a chance

Step out of the way or feel the wrath

But look on and behold the faerie path

Flint hides behind a tree but carries on listening, transfixed

Dexen leaps into the water after the beautiful face

Suddenly, the caterpillar's song is cut off as he closes up his cocoon. The ball of silk sways in the breeze silently.

Strange music can be heard in the distance. It is drawing closer.

Dexen splashes into the water. It feels clear and cool. The lady has completely disappeared from sight, there is no trace of her.

Flint goes to hide in the trash chute, poking his head out to watch what is happening

Suddenly the bell in the gargoyle's tower begins to toll. One echoing peel...Two...Three...

The music grows louder and louder. It is a strange sort of music that brings back old memories. The type of memories that tug at the heart and make you ache. But joyful memories that bring a tear to the eye are mixed in.

Suddenly, I white rabbit darts across the field and heads straight into the tavern. It had antlers. 

Then, all of a sudden, a host of dancing figures bound across the field. Faerie folk with pointed ears and insectile wings. Clothes made of flower petals or wispy cloth as light as air. They swirl and shimmer but they seem to be distant, even though a few pass by only a few feet away from you. Almost as if they are separated from you by a thin veil.These creatures laugh and sing and several of them carry instruments. Pipes, flutes, fiddles, drums, they dance round and round yet move in a straight line. A few other creatures can be seen in their midst. Donkey headed oafs, short grubby people with mole-like noses carrying pickaxes. Tall, fair people with feathers for hair and small wings for ears. Fauns, centaurs, dryads, naiads, sprites, sylphs, pixies, pictsies, elves, sods, and other spirits that you would not recognize as well as prancing hares, deer, mice, moles, badgers, squirrels and more woodland animals. A purple tabaxi juggles countless balls of light and he seems to constantly wink in and out of existence. These creatures seem to glimmer with a radiance that shames jewels and glorifies starlight. You notice among these celebrators a familiar looking satyr in a top hat. 

This host of fey swirls by like a dream. Barely even letting you know it happened yet captivating you at the same time. After them, follow a graceful host of the dead. Just by looking at them you can tell that these were once the living, but they have passed on to another world. They are not made of bones or rotting flesh, these are the pure, distilled spirits of the living that have cast off their earthly bodies. A description cannot be put to them, they are not of this world, so words of this world fall short in trying to capture their appearance. You can barely remember them yourself, but for ever afterwards this procession appears in your dreams. 

The march seems to thin, just as the last spirit seems to enter the tavern and disappear from sight, the worm in his cocoon wriggles. The cocoon sways and then bursts, opening up like a blooming flower. A glorious creature, somewhere between a moth and a butterfly flutters out and follows the rest. Light seems to reflect and amplify off of its wings. It seems to embody a bit of starlight. 

Now, just as the entire procession has disappeared from view, one last figure stalks by. The towering shadow-wrapped form of Death follows after the rest of the host. With his broom, he sweeps up their trail, leaving a cloud of dust in his wake. He gives you one of his signature morbid grins before disappearing from sight.

The bell rings...6...7...8. It all happened in but a few seconds.

And all is silent.

Flint stares, slack-jawed, at such an awesome sight

Dexen stares, slack-jawed, at one of the attractive spirits

All the earlier damage has been repaired. There is no trace of a damaged roof, shattered glass, or broken dishes. Everything is clean.

Flint tentatively climbs up out of the trash chute into the tavern. Dexen comes to see. 'What. Just. Happened?' they say, simultaneously

The air feels clear and calm. Not stagnant, but fresh. The birds are silent, but it doesn't feel ominous, it feels like they are savoring the moment. You miss the music and it still echoes through your mind, you are unwilling to let it go. 

Flint goes outside and lies on the lawn, soaking up the moonlight and emotion

Dex is thinking about one of the attractive spirits who he would swear winked at him

Ara comes up and lies next to Flint. "The fish are okay, fortunately." she smiles

'That's good to hear. I'm no fish fan, but alive is always better'