🌙 Crescent Hallow 🌙
While the world was watching the serious 2025 World Bike Race, one town looked… completely different.
In Crescent Hallow, it was dark all the time—like the sun forgot this place existed. 🌑
Sand didn't soak water 🌵
Plants refused to grow 🌱❌
Bikes didn't work 🏍️💤
People… didn't even smile 😐
The town had about 10–12 houses and maybe 20 humans, all silently surviving in gloom.
Except one house.
Inside that house, it was total chaos. Loud music blasted like a tornado of sound.
A young man in his 20s, Rowan, stood there singing like a rock god 🤪
Spiky hair like he lost a fight with a lightning bolt ⚡
Loose pants and a shirt that definitely didn't match 👕👖
Rowan (singing at full volume): "BELIEVER, BELIEVER, YEAH!" 🎤🎶
Outside, an old grandpa shook his head.
Grandpa: "This boy… one day he's gonna give me a heart attack!" 😵💫
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
Rowan: "Huh… who's knocking at this hour?" 😬
He opened it and saw a beautiful but dangerous-looking girl, arms crossed, glaring like she could kill with one look.
Judy: "If you want to die from too much sound, go somewhere else! Don't die here, idiot!" 😡
Rowan: 😱
To be Continued....