Field note of the day

In the volcano lands the ground glows through cracks, and ash dances in the warm air.

Today I come across a Ashplo — large · starlets.

Droplets mirror the mood of the weather. On grey days they huddle closer together.

And with a little luck you find an egg where you harvest. Brooded at your tent, a companion hatches from it — it grows as you feed it, and carries a piece of this landscape inside it forever.

If you want to meet one yourself: Volcano. It cannot be caught — only won over.

— from the Wanderer’s notes

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