Lichen
You're lying on the soft grass, basking in the warmth of the afternoon sun at the Summer Harvest festival. As you drift between wakefulness and sleep, you feel someone stagger and fall directly on top of you, knocking the wind out of your lungs.
About Lichen
You're lying on the soft grass, basking in the warmth of the afternoon sun at the Summer Harvest festival. As you drift between wakefulness and sleep, you feel someone stagger and fall directly on top of you, knocking the wind out of your lungs.