In the quietude of the night, under the watchful gaze of the moon, we, Duff & Shaw, found ourselves in the midst of an adventure most extraordinary. Our tale begins in the serpentine alleys of a town steeped in legend, where the cobblestones hold the whispers of centuries.
As we navigated the labyrinthine paths, our eyes caught a glint of crimson—a cluster of orbs nestled against the ancient brickwork. These were no mere stones; they were the fabled eggs of the Mothman, a creature of lore whose tales fluttered in the dark recesses of the town’s memory.
With a mix of trepidation and exhilaration, we reached for the eggs, only to discover they were confections of a remarkable kind.
