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in the ancient days the peasants of the countryside praised the elemental pixies, the household gnomes and most of all the infamous harvest imp, who gave good harvests and provided good weather for the farmers.
but back in those days it was about glory, honor, magic, bravery.. things long forgotten... and so is the praise of these magical beings.
There are no farmers who need harvest, only asphalt that actively oppresses the ground that wishes to blossom and grow.
and in a world without vegetation creatures of harvest and nature become unwanted... unwished....
e 3e *makes fart sounds with mouth*