Possible names include: Corn, Harvest, and Barley Moon. Mani indicated that He would like me to use “Harvest”, though I make no guarantee He’d want someone else to do the same. The following is a piece of sacred fiction.
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The stalks of corn reflect the moonlight back a little too well. That must be why your mind shivers an image of bones over the top of them. The small gourds on the vines seem to roll like knuckles, and you step off the edge of the garden instinctively. The flash of silver in the corner of your eye was just moonlight, right?
The pens of history have never heard of what happens in the moonlight, but when my peers were given blood and flesh, do you think I said no?