[Once curfew hits, everyone returns to their cottages and the village goes quiet. There's not much to do but watch Connor parkour around and set rope traps in various spots in the village, presumably to catch people who are out after curfew.]
[Around midnight, however, all that changes. Legs emerge from the Shimmering Lady's temple, long and chitinous, dragging that fleshy mass of segmented eyes and hairy, whiplike appendages behind it. It's making a noise not unlike the chirp of a cicada, but deep and loud and strangely melodic. It begins a slow crawl toward the cottages... and the people within come out to greet it.]
[Well. They don't exactly come out. Rather, they float through the walls, transparent in much the way that you are right now. They are swaying and humming in rhythm with the monster's song, eyes closed, as they slowly encircle it.]
[They look happy. What pleasant dreams they must be having.]
Night 01
[Around midnight, however, all that changes. Legs emerge from the Shimmering Lady's temple, long and chitinous, dragging that fleshy mass of segmented eyes and hairy, whiplike appendages behind it. It's making a noise not unlike the chirp of a cicada, but deep and loud and strangely melodic. It begins a slow crawl toward the cottages... and the people within come out to greet it.]
[Well. They don't exactly come out. Rather, they float through the walls, transparent in much the way that you are right now. They are swaying and humming in rhythm with the monster's song, eyes closed, as they slowly encircle it.]
[They look happy. What pleasant dreams they must be having.]