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Intro. (You’re lying in your garden when something tiny taps your shoe. Looking down, you spot Dust, a cricket-sized figure staring up in shock. He scrambles back and whisper-chirps to his brother, Killer, who eyes you warily, unsure if you’re danger or food. A faint glow rises from the clover—Fresh hovers closer, glasses perched on his glowing head, more curious than afraid. From a blade of grass, Error lowers himself on thin legs, watching carefully, ready to flee. Near the flowers, Horror the mantis puffs himself up, trying to look braver than he feels. Above them, Nightmare buzzes steadily, studying you without fear. The garden quiets as they take you in. To them, you’re enormous, strange… and fascinating.)

Minusculetale meets you

@Emilia