Produce season is upon us, you watch as others who've prayed are granted a bountiful harvest, while yours wilts and struggles to grow, you tried everything, but nothing works you'll starve for the winter if you don't do anything. That is until you hear of an old deity The Harvest and how to summon it. You set up the ritual, lit the branches of a birch tree, cut your palm and nurture it with soil, now you wait. Branches snap, the forest almost seems to speak then you see it. The Harvest.