A loathsome thing drifts above the evening primroses in the gloom of the wretched woodlands east of Eastern Avenue. Its maw is a broad and toothy concavity that expands to fit any prey it can catch. Its body consists of ephemeral wisps of smoke and ash, which corrupt anything it passes through. Its wrathful red eye seeks nothing but harm on anyone who witnesses its shapeless form passing through the trees every evening. Some say it is a vengeful spirit. Others call it a curse. One thing is for sure: if it catches you, your soul will forever belong to it. As day turns to night, beware the Dusk Drifter!

(This is the imaginary cryptid my dogs bark at every night)