Harvest of the golden moon

Under the luminescent glow of a full moon, Kurpitsa's pumpkin patch took on an eerie, almost surreal atmosphere. Midnight had fallen, and the air was thick with enchantment. The sprawling fields of pumpkins, usually a place of cheer and abundance, now seemed to teem with secrets and mystique.
Kurpitsa, her golden hair shimmering in the moonlight, moved gracefully among the pumpkin vines. She held an ornate silver sickle in her hand, its blade catching the moon's ethereal light. Her steps were soft, like a whisper on the wind, as she plucked ripe pumpkins from the vines and placed them into her wicker basket.

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The map of Bridgeport, a harbour city located in the south of Farenia, showcases a maritime center characterized by vibrant activity and bustling trade.

As she worked, she became aware of a distant, haunting howl. It emanated from the nearby Howling Heights, those steep, overgrown hills that loomed ominously to the east of Bridgeport. There were rumors that werewolves, nocturnal creatures that kept to themselves but were known to be strange and unsettling, lived in the hills.
Tonight, however, the howling was different. It wasn't the menacing and chilling cry that the townsfolk often spoke of in hushed tones. Instead, it carried a mournful, almost melancholic quality. It was as if the werewolves were joining in a haunting lament under the moon.
Kurpitsa's heart quickened as she continued her harvest. She had heard the tales of the Howling Heights but had never ventured near them herself. The werewolves were mysterious, and their intentions were a source of perpetual speculation among the townspeople.

Then, a rustle in the pumpkin vines caught her attention. From the shadows emerged a figure shrouded in darkness. At first, Kurpitsa's breath caught in her throat, but as the figure drew nearer, she saw the eyes—amber, like the autumn leaves, and gentle.

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It was one of the werewolves. Though they were often feared, Kurpitsa saw no malice in those eyes, only curiosity. The werewolf watched as she continued to harvest her pumpkins; its presence was strangely reassuring.
As the last pumpkin was placed in her basket, Kurpitsa nodded in the werewolf's direction, offering a silent acknowledgment. In response, the werewolf dipped its head, then turned and melted back into the shadows, its haunting howls continuing in the distance.
Kurpitsa made her way home, the moonlight casting elongated shadows along her path. She couldn't help but wonder about the mysterious beings on the Howling Heights. Perhaps, beneath their eerie exterior, they were simply guardians of the night, sharing in its mysteries and enchantments, much like herself. And in that shared moment under the full moon, Bridgeport and its otherworldly neighbours seemed connected in a way they had never been before.
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