Blight

I used to love the glowing meadows in the mid-summer sun. Their orangey gazes permanently imbued into my memory, making it worth remembering. With its sight ingrained into my memory, comes a dark secret. The meadows had been tainted by a dark figure that has haunted my dreams for years, making that faint memory a nightmare. That figure was the root of it all. There was none other but him. I have to find him, before his blight shines onto this beautiful earth.