you don't have to RNG, ran, you can sleep!
[The berry garden hasn't been watered today. It's usually one of the first things Brendan does with his day: collect his pail, and spend five seconds watering each and every plant. But this morning, there was something different. That town that had appeared... each day a subconscious allure to it grew stronger. Today he couldn't resist.]
[There's a path of dropped berries leading further and further into the town. What started as a way to track his progress quickly mutated into a compulsive habit. What started as a few berries quickly progressed to a small fruit every three steps. They were only picked yesterday, but some hit the pavement of Silent Hills and abruptly began to rot.]
[Following the trail will eventually lead to an area of "glitches." Some of the houses are off-color, distorted. There's flowers, but they flicker between vibrant blues and dead browns. There are pools of water, but stepping on them is no different from the ground. There's a purplish square drawn on the pavement, made from cheri and chesto berries dragged along the surface. Brendan sits in the middle of that square, head to his drawn-up knees. If you get close enough, you can hear mumbling that just barely can be heard over the omnipresent music,]
N-Nice to meet you, May. My name is Brendan. ... Y-Yeah, my dad- ... y-yeah, he's the gym leader there... Could we be friends?
[There's a path of dropped berries leading further and further into the town. What started as a way to track his progress quickly mutated into a compulsive habit. What started as a few berries quickly progressed to a small fruit every three steps. They were only picked yesterday, but some hit the pavement of Silent Hills and abruptly began to rot.]
[Following the trail will eventually lead to an area of "glitches." Some of the houses are off-color, distorted. There's flowers, but they flicker between vibrant blues and dead browns. There are pools of water, but stepping on them is no different from the ground. There's a purplish square drawn on the pavement, made from cheri and chesto berries dragged along the surface. Brendan sits in the middle of that square, head to his drawn-up knees. If you get close enough, you can hear mumbling that just barely can be heard over the omnipresent music,]
N-Nice to meet you, May. My name is Brendan. ... Y-Yeah, my dad- ... y-yeah, he's the gym leader there... Could we be friends?