If an Elder God falls in the woods with nobody around to hear it…
Except that sooner or later I start thinking about the roots.
The roots are everywhere, and unseen.
I never quite know whether there’s one underfoot, at any given moment.
Sounds harmless, but drinking is an open-ended practice.
A root that drinks up water may surely drink up other fluids.
Blood, for example, or tears.
The liquefied substance of the human spirit.
The direful drippings of bad dreams.
I’m entertaining these fears because I’ve just been reading the blurb forRoots Devour.
), harvesting the blood of other organisms, and dealing with unspecified threats.
You canread more and watch a trailer on Steam- I think there’s full English localisation on the way.
