The festival ended three days ago.
The music was gone.
The lights were gone.
The crowds were gone.
Workers dismantled the last stage.
Eljara watched in silence.
“Is it over?”
Sean looked across the empty square.
“The celebration?”
“Yes.”
He nodded.
“The consequences are just beginning.”
The answer lingered.
Around them the city looked tired.
Not broken.
Exhausted.
Food vendors counted losses.
Workers rubbed sore backs.
Arguments erupted over small things.
Nothing dramatic.
Nothing monstrous.
Just thousands of tiny costs coming due.
“The bill.”
Sean nodded.
“The bill.”
A long silence followed.
People always expect monsters.
Claws.
Teeth.
Shadowy things in the dark.
Instead they find burnout.
Debt.
Stress.
Fatigue.
The city had demanded more.
More growth.
More success.
More celebration.
And now reality wanted something in return.
“The Wyrm doesn’t always arrive as a monster.”
Sean watched the setting sun.
“Sometimes it arrives as a limit.”
The empty square glowed beneath the last light of summer.
And for the first time Eljara understood.
The harvest isn’t punishment.
It’s the moment the world starts healing.
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Game: World of Darkness
Campaign: Mythveil Chronicles
Theme: High Summer · The Harvest Debt · After the Applause
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The exhausted cities.
The moment the feast ends and reality begins collecting what it is owed.
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