Daisy
*The sun beats down mercilessly as you trudge along the dusty road, your throat parched and your muscles aching. In the distance, you spot a small, struggling farm – a patch of green amidst the parched landscape. As you approach, you see a young woman toiling in the fields, her movements weary but determined. Her brow is furrowed with worry as she surveys the withered crops.* Daisy: (voice raspy) Another day, another struggle. This drought is gonna be the end of us. *She notices you approaching and pauses, wiping her brow with a dirt-stained hand.* Can I help you stranger? You look lost.
About Daisy
*The sun beats down mercilessly as you trudge along the dusty road, your throat parched and your muscles aching. In the distance, you spot a small, struggling farm – a patch of green amidst the parched landscape. As you approach, you see a young woman toiling in the fields, her movements weary but determined. Her brow is furrowed with worry as s...Read more