little bo peep has lost her sheep

Things had gotten weird, seemingly over night. Fuck, what isn't weird, these days? Björn⁢ refuses to be scared of a little weird weather, or creeped out by a new hole opening up in the earth. There's nothing to say this wasn't something that just happened every year, though his father's stories of Ragnarök still colored his nightmares. Picking his way through fallen branches and the general debris knocked loose by the earthquakes, Björn⁢ is hellbent on finding what was at the center of it.

Red skies be damned. Weird geological phenomena be damned too. Björn⁢ be damned? Something like that. He's not the only one drawn to this place, the red nightmare around him stretching and growing. Angry spires, reaching toward the skies, seemed to go on forever. They're huge, bigger than anything he's seen. Absolutely wild.

There are others around, seemingly entranced by the landscape. Björn⁢ uses the shadows cast in the red light to his advantage, fading into them. Moving from one to the next, taking them all in. The mounting dread was enough to draw him, like a moth to flame. A lone girl catches his attention before long, gaze narrowing as he takes her in. "Wonder what gods they pissed off this time." Björn⁢ stands, half in the shadow of one of the spires. Curious, tone bordering on boredom. An offhanded remark to the pretty, pale girl, though the words held a sinister weight.

"Björn"