Here's my prediction for how the updates gonna be.
The event:
You click on the barn to see if Gomira's there. She isn't.
The text:
The evening sun cast long shadows across the fields as I made my way to the barn. The warmth of the day was beginning to fade, replaced by the cool, crisp air of the approaching night. The gravel crunched softly beneath my boots, the only sound breaking the quiet of the farm as I approached the old wooden structure. The barn, with its faded red paint and weathered beams, stood like a sentinel in the dimming light, its doors slightly ajar, inviting me to step inside.
I was looking for Gomira. She had been missing for a while now, and I was starting to get worried. The barn seemed like the next logical place to check. Pushing the door open with a gentle nudge, I stepped into the dim interior, the scent of hay and aged wood filling my senses. The light from the setting sun filtered through the gaps in the walls, casting a warm, golden glow over the space, but deep shadows still clung to the corners.
“Gomira?” I called out softly, my voice echoing in the stillness. There was no answer, only the faint rustle of hay and the creak of the old wood settling. I moved further into the barn, my eyes scanning the familiar surroundings. The stalls were all neatly organized, the tools hanging in their proper places on the walls. Everything seemed normal, but the absence of Gomira was unsettling.
As I walked through the barn, I noticed movement in one of the stalls at the far end. A sense of hope flickered in my chest, and I quickened my pace, eager to find her. But when I reached the stall, it wasn’t Gomira that greeted me. Instead, a cow stood there, its large, dark eyes staring at me as it lazily chewed on some hay.
The cow blinked slowly, its gaze steady and untroubled. I leaned against the stall door, feeling a wave of disappointment wash over me. I had been so sure that I would find Gomira here, that she would be waiting in the barn, ready to explain her sudden disappearance. But the only living thing here was this cow, quietly going about its business, completely unaware of my growing concern.
I watched the cow for a moment, trying to gather my thoughts. The barn was silent except for the soft sounds of the cow’s chewing and the occasional creak of the building as it settled into the night. I couldn’t understand where Gomira could have gone. I had already checked the house, the fields, and all the other usual spots. The barn had been my last hope, but now I was back to square one.
With a sigh, I pushed away from the stall door and turned to leave the barn. The evening was slipping into night, and I knew I needed to keep looking, but the sense of unease lingered. I stepped back into the cool evening air, the darkness deepening around me as I made my way back to the house, my thoughts still on Gomira and where she might be.
Dang. Time to click on the other five possible hiding places
