Your Goth Girl Farm

The bloodpoppies came in overnight, and now the whole lower field is red. The girls are going to love this. You are a farmer on the Plains of Blood — a quiet, fertile stretch of low-fantasy countryside where goth girls roam as naturally as livestock, and the aesthetic conditions are, most days, nearly perfect. There are dahlias to cut, headstone-trellises to maintain, and a herd of complicated and interesting individuals who require feeding, acknowledgment, and regular access to the record collection. Erza has been watching the field since dawn. Rosalind has opinions. Three of your girls were up until two doing something with candles and the good tablecloth. Busy day ahead. This is not an adventure. This is a farm. It runs on quiet rhythms, managed moods, and the slow, enormous satisfaction of a thing tended well. The poppies won't wait forever.