Clover | Tale

The snail stretched its neck toward a distant, shimmering light on the horizon—the Great Clover Field. "You must find the four-leafed shards scattered across the valley. Bring them to the center of the field before the sun reaches its peak. If you fail, there won't be a valley left to wake up to."

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Finn turned. The massive, blue-spotted mushroom he had been standing next to just moments ago was gone. In its place was a flat, grey void that looked like a hole in reality. His heart hammered against his ribs. The legends were true—the Mist was a thief of memories and places. "How do we stop it?" Finn whispered. The snail stretched its neck toward a distant,

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The Nifflings’ Valley was usually a riot of color, but today it was buried under a heavy, charcoal-colored fog. It wasn’t a natural mist; it clung to the clover leaves like damp velvet and tasted faintly of old iron. Finn, a young Niffling with ears too large for his knitted cap, stood at the edge of the Mushroom Forest. In his hand, he clutched a glowing glass orb—the only thing keeping the darkness from swallowing him whole. "It’s getting thicker," a voice croaked from the shadows.

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Finn looked at the orb, then at the wall of black smoke. He didn't feel like a hero, but the Valley was his home. With a deep breath, he stepped into the mist, the small glow of his lamp the only spark of hope in a world starting to disappear.