The Midnight Harvest

On a night when the moon hid behind thick clouds, a lone farmer

ventured out. In his hands, a pumpkin hummed with an ancient and forbidden magic.

A young deer paused in the clearing, its ears twitching at the heavy

silence. Above, the stars were cold and distant, offering no comfort

to the fearful creature. High on the jagged cliffside, a shadow stirred

from its long, dark slumber. With eyes like burning embers, the creature fixed

its gaze on the light below. The harvest was not for the living,

and the darkness was coming for its due.