These lovers blaze the way, leading the ghostly parade into the witches brew that is this hollow that sleeps no more - their fellows beautifully lost in the shadows and colors of Autumn at its’ peak - all the while the spirits rise from the edges and stoke their own wave of reclamation…
Tis the season of wicked delights, of tricks and of treats, of lost souls disappearing for awhile - as unprecedented numbers converge upon their beloved Hollow, the intrepid pair of lovers at the head of the procession winding their way through the mists of the ancient forest, they push away the rumors of genuine frights and peer through the openings for the rest of their clan of lovers…
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