Thread:TheSeafoam/@comment-31309016-20190613190455

The moon has just risen over the horizon, casting a pale light over the surrounding landscape. A low murmuring emanates from the crowd, and everyone is shifting restlessly.

Strangely enough, all of the people assembled seem to be nursing some sort of injury or malady -- broken limbs, cuts and scratches, and sores, to name a few.

At the front of the line is a woman wearing a white dress. She smiles at the young mother in front of her, who's holding a coughing, sickly-looking baby in her arms. Laying her hand gently on the child's forehead, her fingertips begin to glow with a silvery light -- and suddenly, the coughing stops.

What's going on here? 