Fields of Marigolds & Wheat

Fields of Marigolds & Wheat

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Paranormal
The sweet town Autumnvale has been protected by Autumn spirits for a long time. They come in many forms. They come as leaves, gourds, trees, etc. Our story follows a certain little gourd by the name of Citrouille. She has been invited to the Arcane Academic University for Monsters. It is a prestigious school that can only be accessed by invite. Citrouille eagerly boards the train to the next chapter of her life where they will be others like her, somewhere where she isn't so different. Only she is different, and monsters can be just as cruel as humans. So cruel that they nearly dim her light. A story of realizing true friendships, letting go, loving and losing, Citrouille will learn to grow and find her roots 🎃🧡🌾
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