Clover Tale ✪ 〈Fresh〉

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The snail stretched its neck toward a distant, shimmering light on the horizon—the Great Clover Field. "You must find the four-leafed shards scattered across the valley. Bring them to the center of the field before the sun reaches its peak. If you fail, there won't be a valley left to wake up to." If you'd like to explore this world further,

The Nifflings’ Valley was usually a riot of color, but today it was buried under a heavy, charcoal-colored fog. It wasn’t a natural mist; it clung to the clover leaves like damp velvet and tasted faintly of old iron. Finn, a young Niffling with ears too large for his knitted cap, stood at the edge of the Mushroom Forest. In his hand, he clutched a glowing glass orb—the only thing keeping the darkness from swallowing him whole. "It’s getting thicker," a voice croaked from the shadows. The snail stretched its neck toward a distant,

Finn looked at the orb, then at the wall of black smoke. He didn't feel like a hero, but the Valley was his home. With a deep breath, he stepped into the mist, the small glow of his lamp the only spark of hope in a world starting to disappear.

Finn jumped, nearly dropping the orb. An old snail, its shell etched with glowing runes, slid into the light. "The Valley hasn't seen the Black Mist in three generations, little one. It doesn't just hide the world; it takes pieces of it. Look behind you."