Tumbling Weeds

I find myself wandering the once familiar streets of Nightfall , following the intermittent buzzing of a flickering neon bulb toward what used to be a bustling part of town. After much detouring, dead ends and stepping over debris, I finally reached our ol' kiosk . The dusty shelves laid bare save for a few issues from Rek , Felix and myself. I wonder where all the people that used to write for…