In the fields where shadows roam,
Whispers tell of creatures unknown.
Grain Glitchers, born from soil and seed,
In the twilight where secrets breed.
Grain Glitchers where secrets breed.
Grain Glitchers, silent and unseen,
In the pixelated world, they intervene.
With eyes that gleam and minds so keen,
They dance among the grains, a mysterious scene.
Legends speak of their midnight raids,
Stealing crops beneath the moon's soft glaze.
They roam the land, a spectral throng,
Invisible but never truly gone.
Grain Glitchers, guardians of the night,
In the shadows, they take flight.
Their whispers echo through the breeze,
A haunting melody that no one sees.
They're the guardians of forgotten fields,
Where the past and present intertwine.
In their hands, the power yields,
To shape the world, one glitch at a time.
Grain Glitchers, woven in the lore,
In the heart of Terravilla, they explore.
With each step, they rewrite the tale,
In the land where glitches prevail.
So heed the whispers in the wind,
For the Grain Glitchers' story never ends.
In the fields where shadows roam,
Their legend lives, forever home.