[For all its silence, the space is oddly… is “clean” the right word? Surely unmaintained fields would grow unruly, nothing like these nigh-gridded stalks. No sign of animals, no sign of people. Blank, almost.]
I don’t—
[Wait.
[By the corner of the building, beneath a browning conifer: a small pile of gifts. It’s so… odd, out of place, neatly-wrapped like it’s been waiting for them. An unanswered wish—
we’re COOKING that’s what goes on [sound of absurdist aurora borealis from the kitchen]
[For all its silence, the space is oddly… is “clean” the right word? Surely unmaintained fields would grow unruly, nothing like these nigh-gridded stalks. No sign of animals, no sign of people. Blank, almost.]
I don’t—
[Wait.
[By the corner of the building, beneath a browning conifer: a small pile of gifts. It’s so… odd, out of place, neatly-wrapped like it’s been waiting for them. An unanswered wish—
[Aubrey blinks. They’re not meant for her.]