Overture Downs You've been stuck inside a dream

for @Sativa
set for early evening on 11/21

He had been gone exploring most of the day but as the sun hung low in the sky, promising darkness soon, he decided it was time to head back to the hollow. It got cold fast once the sun set and he didn't like the idea of being out on his own at night. He was old enough for it probably, but the idea made him panic a little. His steps quickened in response to his anxiety, but he halted abruptly when he crunched over a large area of what appeared to be dead flowers. Their leaves were bigger than that of most flowers, with big serrated edges. They were interesting, even if they were no longer green. The cold had turned them mostly brown and all had wilted and then turned crispy from the brisk, dry air. He sniffed around the area, wondering if he recognized the scent, but he couldn't quite place it; it was familiar, though, he just wasn't sure how. He walked the edges of the patch, investigating further, the impending night and his reason for needing a distraction temporarily forgotten.