RETURN TO OUR ROOTS!

they were to point to each other and say, "violet," and "dorothy," reminding him of who they used to be. they've been with him ever since.

001. a tattoo parlour, buzzing with machinery and walls lined with artwork . 002. a shopping mall, crowded and loud . 003. a cabin in the mountains, taking shelter from the snow storm. 004. an abandoned tea party, occupied with broken dolls . 005. the shooting range, empty casings clinking on the floor and sulphur in the air . 006. a music room, filled with melodies of an instrument . 007. an empty auto shop, hood of a car left open and quiet music coming through speakers . 008. a bright arcade, coins falling from machines and claws grabbing at soft toys . 009. the kennels, filled with barking dogs and excited companions . 010. a restaurant, where everyone is eerily quiet and staff are overly friendly . 011. a riding arena, with trained riders atop proud horses . 012. a mini golf course, sails of a windmill obscuring the path ahead . 013. a zoo, filled with an array of unique animals . 014. the docks of a bay, boats lining the decks . 015. a pond with ducks, seeking food . 016. a museum, displaying ancient bones and pottery of a history long ago . 017. a closed down prison, ghosts of violent history echoing in empty cells . 018. a quiet train station, lights overhead flickering and announcement board displaying errors . 019. the vast desert, scorching heat baring down at high noon . 020. the dark woods, filled with strange hanging symbols made of sticks . 021. a deep hole in the ground, covered by leaves and sticks . 022. a wishing fountain, base lined with copper coins of past wishes . 023. an abandoned picnic in an empty field, flask still warm with coffee . 024. a barn filled with hay and tools, old wood creaking in the wind . 025. a graveyard in the dead of night, wind howling through the trees . 026. a crumbling bridge above a raging river . 027. the refreshing waters of a lake, away from prying eyes . 028. the crossroads, in the middle of nowhere . 029. a cosy bonfire at summer camp, marshmallows roasting on the fire . 030. the top of a radio tower, with the perfect view of the surrounding area . 031. a lone phone box on a street corner . 032. a large elaborate temple dedicated to a deity, offerings still intact . 033. a drive-in movie theatre, cars empty and projector casting only light onto the screen . 034. a strange trail of breadcrumbs on a woodland path . 035. a haunted mansion, ancient paintings watching every footstep . 036. a decrepit mine located out in the hills, believed by locals to have a powerful curse cast upon it . 037. the edge of a cliff, overlooking the rough waves and distant sounds of approaching danger . 038. a road trip across country, music blaring through speakers . 039. a flower shop, filled with bouquets and a sweet aroma . 040. an airport in the early hours of the morning, deprived of sleep . 041. a train on its way to its destination, a sleeping passenger resting on a shoulder . 042. an abandoned shack filled with strange books of the occult and something mysterious bubbling on the stove . 043. an empty throne room, moonlight glimmering through tall windows . 044. an underwater tunnel in an aquarium, fish swimming overhead and sharks looming in the distance . 045. deep within unmarked cave located in the side of a mountain, lit only by a flare . 046. the dusty streets of a western town, watched by wary residents . 047. the back of a vast library, surrounded by books, when a black book falls from the highest shelf . 048. a room of an asylum, an abandoned camcorder left in the middle of the room . 049. the shores of an unknown beach, washed up from the ocean . 050. the deck of an unsteady ship, waves crashing against the haul and rain lashing down from dark clouds .

❛ She found a way out of this place, it’s a permanent escape. ❜ ❛ And all the while you had your say. ❜ ❛ You ventured off, no turning back, you’ve gone astray. ❜ ❛ Don’t look before you take a fall. ❜ ❛ Who knows when you could lose it all. ❜ ❛ You’re just a kid who lost their own way. ❜ ❛ You’re not a shadow, you won’t fade. ❜ ❛ You’ve got to stand and defend, they’ll push but you can never bend. ❜ ❛ You got a shot so don’t be a fool. ❜ ❛ I see your doubt about your route, don’t give it up. ❜ ❛ Ignite the spark, illuminate the dark and light your way. ❜ ❛ You pray and hope for better days. ❜

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east of glimwood tangle, amidst the depths of galar ... a ghost town. a haunted town. buildings still stand, but ultimately decrepit, ripe with overgrowth and apprehension. one that parents will quip and chide their children to never, ever set foot in, yet still do some kids skitter through. those who do, are quick to retreat. it's eerie, but not only that, do these children rasp out while fear tangles in their eyes: "it moves when it shouldn't. it's weird—like a glitch." weepbrook. the name of a town lost to a series of mysterious happenings almost a century ago. earned it's name by virtue of the drooping, aglow mushrooms that almost uniquely habituated it. pearls of glowing colours were to form themselves upon the mushrooms. similar to the city of ballonea—yet also strikingly different. a name with a meaning wrapped snug in beauty, turned horror. majority of the town's lore has been lost. all that's known—and even that, in itself, it held up in heavy speculation—is that strange things happened and the entirety of the population simply up and vanished. some people in galar can claim that their families heralded from weepbrook. for the younger generations, it's often a funny party fact, but for those older, those who remember, or perhaps had a parent who remembered, know it to be a cursed place. when people ask for information, they're mostly met with lashing tongues and an insistence that the town remained dead and buried. myers knows more than he should. if you can poke past his exterior, persuade him to talk, he knows things to a level which is almost scary. after all, he was there, almost one hundred years ago.