This month, we go in a different direction, exploring the sandbox game, Tiny Glade with the following prompts:

As the sun sets, the tree’s silhouette falls on the remains of the stable.

As the storm parts, sun lights the path ahead.

Sausages hang in a stall.

The morning mist rose from the road as the sun rose, burning away the night.

Vibrant streets greeted me in the city.

It’s always the same, curious eyes follow me through the room, down every street.

The city had seen better days, but the folk living there still liked their vintage vibes.

The breeze whispered through the leaves that last morning in Velen.

With the sun rising, the night is chased away. The sunshine yellow of the flowers bring a smile to my face.