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     As the crisp autumn air meets Halcyon’s nose once again, the scent of leaves and spices filled his mind. Rousing him from sleep, the cherubun rubs his weary eyes and looks around his room. The crystal’s light is already quite bright for this time of the day - Halcyon normally rises well before the morning begins - and he checks his clock to- 9:30 AM, that can’t be correct. Halcyon’s imps all lounge about the room, most still asleep save for his...

      The gardens of the Heavenly Meadow weren’t actual little proper rows and columns, meticulously cultivated to allow perfection in both growth and design. They were sprawling valleys and meadows full of every wild plant one could imagine, almost always in bloom and ready to receive the gift of sunlight. Always ready to be used in ambrosia, ever-willing to be made for a greater purpose. Halcyon often lost themself wandering through the lush nature set before them. They said it was to ...

      The nights had taken on a distinctly different atmosphere since the news of disappearances spread around Burrowgatory. Buns didn’t feel like going out for a night of revelry alone was such a good idea, and decided to keep their hedonistic pursuits closer to home for the time being. The empty streets whispered to those still courageous enough to venture out, sweet words of malice crescendoing with the wind. Strangers no longer offered companionship for the night to others, instead t...

      The Simmering Cauldron was no stranger to electricity and electronic devices, despite being so out-of-the-way in the wilderness. Far from the city of Burrowgatory, tucked away in the swamp, a lone backup generator quietly chugged along, rain or shine, to keep the cozy witch’s cabin snug and safe. Though knowledgeable of All Sinners Day, Selpie and Decay weren’t eager to celebrate it. After all, their dual vice...

      All Sinners Day is Mikayla’s favorite holiday. And why wouldn’t she be different than any other bun who partakes in indulgence? The cornucopia even of sensations afforded to all buns on this most hellish of days… but, that was for later. Once the mood had truly settled in.      Other buns didn’t share Mikayla’s understanding of delayed gratification. There’s already raucous enjoyment in the streets with buns decked out in elaborate costumes, booze freely flow...