Eternal Harvest

They come. They come at night. I try to sleep, but still they come. Endless. When I first dreamt of the night of spores I knew I had to see it through…. But I can’t seem to do it… Atop an island suspended in the tense, foggy air he stood. The many eyes, the red king, the spore father, the all seer. The wind stopped, the water froze and my breathe caught. He could see me. He could always see me. Co…