The night has turned dark; the weather becoming bad.

Teru has been chasing thought worms, hunting gummy worms.

They are to him like a kind of sentient mushroom without the feathers, with a taste somewhat like candy.

These worms can fend off predators with their bright colors and friendly faces, and some of them are coated in a sour flavoring.

Tonight they are glowing and singing a song of perdition.

A witness to the ground being too sparkly, and that menacing, grumbling tower of oncoming storms nearing, Teru changes his priority to sheltering inside a creepy castle.