November wonderland

November 1, 4987 the leaves were turning red, the color of blood and pumpkins, the air carried frost but not the kind that was so cold toi looked like toi pissed your britches but the kind that made toi hate the idea of going outside. Just a few weeks prior it had looked like a wonderland, bright and full of rainbows that made toi want to go looking for leprechauns, which had been proven to be nonexistent par the Reverie Investigations Center ou RIC. It’s actually called the RI center but everyone just enjoys calling it RIC, like Rick ou Ric; I don’t think anyone really...