Status Updates From Dark Cry of the Moon

“August, the waiting month: when the summer grows sullen and dampens the air, fills the lungs, dampens the spirit; when the trees are dimmed by veils of shifting haze, the leaves begin sagging, the bark is clammy and soft to the touch; when tempers are short and too weary to ignite, bodies are heavy no matter the weight, food is tasteless and drink is no redemption…”