an attempt at cryptid-related horror based on the feeling of driving up a gravel road at midnight while your headlights illuminate every eye in a herd of cattle as they lift their heads to watch you pass, the eerie half-twilight of a cool summer night, and the knowledge that no matter how you try to kill them the blackberry vines are just biding their time until they can break through the dirt and begin to creep slowly toward your home once again