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Eli sat alone at his table. His stomach already felt full from all the mochi he ate. But he was greedy as was in his nature, and would naturally eat more. He didn’t bother to make the mochi himself. He bought it from the store in bulk and brought it all home. He didn’t much care for the blessings from Allocer, as he did not often celebrate Burrowgatory festivities. He just didn’t care for things like that. Inter...

The Mochi Moon was big and bright, its soft light shining. Shibani sat at the small wooden table, his white hair a little messy, his red eyes half-closed. He looked like he had just rolled out of bed, still caught somewhere between sleep and waking. In front of him sat a plate of fresh mochi, each piece soft and perfectly round, dusted with a light coating of powdered sugar. The faint smell of sweetness lingered in th...

Mochi Moon activities were in full swing. Shibani stood on the edge of a small clearing. The faint hum of laughter and distant cheers filled the air, but it was the quiet companionship beside him that made the moment feel perfect. Holland, with his ever-silent demeanor, stood a few feet away, a small box of sparklers in his gloved hands. His ballgag glinted faintly under th...

Shibani’s dreams were soft and sweet, like the first bite of warm, freshly made mochi. Even after the craziness of the Mochi Moon, they were fluffy just like him. He floated in a hazy, comfortable world, his body light as a cloud and his heart full of a quiet happiness. Everything around him was soft. The colors, the sounds, the feeling of the ground beneath his hooves. It was a world that felt safe, familiar, and d...

Shibani lay tangled in the blankets. The warmth of the Pillow Pile called to him, and he had no intention of leaving it. At least until Dan’s deep voice rumbled through the quiet. “Shibani, get up,” Dan said, his tone firm but not unkind. “You’re not spending the whole day in bed again.” Shibani groaned, burying his face deeper into the pillow. “It’s cold,�...