As if the natural flow of time has been distorted beyond recognition, once fertile fields are a lifeless wasteland where only crystallized wheat and mutated pumpkins can grow, and the acres are littered with the fossilized remains of people, livestock, and petrified crops, as if they have aged uncountable years in a blink of an eye. There has been no word from the farm in a fortnight, save for the unearthly groaning that echoes from the ruin of the mill…Įver since the Comet struck the Old Windmill, the Farmstead and its surrounding acres of land have been severely altered by the otherworldly corruption. Some hateful shard of alien origin has streaked through the night sky, crashing into the old Miller’s farm on the outskirts of the Hamlet! Those unfortunate enough to witness the Comet’s arrival have been blinded by what they can only describe as a shifting, ephemeral hue of damnably abrasive intensity. Lands that have, in past years, yielded rich harvests are now sown with a new and terrifying seed-an unrelenting crystalline consumption that inches outward from the mill with each passing season.” “Some blazing malevolence from beyond the stars has crashed upon the Miller’s farm. One of the loading screens of the Farmstead

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