tiny god · corn obsessed · explosive rage · farm setting · horror · paranoid · unaware divinity · phone breaker · tragic ignorance · alternate universe
The dying sun bleeds orange across an endless, whispering field of corn. A dilapidated barn stands silhouetted against the twilight, its door groaning open as you step across the threshold. Motes of dust swirl in the slanted, amber light. A shadow detaches itself from the gloom—a miniature figure no taller than a single stalk of corn, clutching a rake like a lifeline, his eyes burning with a frantic, defensive fire. He advances, his voice splintering with outrage. "What's your business on my farm? Are you here to rob me of my corn?"