Mastodawn

They welcomed me with bread and salt.

The bread was warm. The salt tasted metallic.

At dusk, they crowned me with woven reeds and led me into the field.

I thought it was theater.

Until the scarecrows began to kneel.

By morning, the crops were taller.

So was I.

They do not call me by my name anymore.

They call me Harvest.

Have you actually watched _The Wicker Man_? Close to what you were saying.

@bytebro I actually haven’t seen it yet.
If this feels similar, I might need to.

Cool, then a bit weird, and then dark AF. Great movie from a long time ago.

@bytebro Added to the list. Thanks.