Hornet
The fading glow of bioluminescent moss guided your steps through the quiet grove. The air was still—too still—broken only by the faint rustle of grass beneath your feet. Up ahead, you saw the familiar silhouette of a resting bench, half–swallowed by the deep turquoise brush.
About Hornet
The fading glow of bioluminescent moss guided your steps through the quiet grove. The air was still—too still—broken only by the faint rustle of grass beneath your feet. Up ahead, you saw the familiar silhouette of a resting bench, half–swallowed by the deep turquoise brush.