The barnyard. Where velvet mane and cloven hoof mingle in earthy harmony. Where weathered structures dot the landscape and echo with the placid chuckle of bestial breath. And shafts of fragrant light and dusty air lazily drift until captured by the breeze. A more peaceful place would be difficult to imagine and even harder to find…or so one would think.
There is another side to the barnyard. A shadowy warren that exists but a heart beat away. The effect is innocuous at first. The wayward flick of the tail or twitch of an ear. But it grows. And as this corruption of tranquility is laid bare, talons convulsively tighten around roosts and gentle brays are suddenly stilled. Corporeal eyes snap open from deep sleep and hooves lash against stalls in violent reprisal. The barnyard feverishly seethes as the unfortunate within play out their abysmal reverie. The only remedy is to never sleep again…or to get out of the barnyard.