Let it be known that the ancient beings of this plane see your every step through the eyes and guise of turtles and frogs, respectively, and are callously amused. Cryptids keep the Eldritch horrors in fitful sleep through the oral tradition of song. These songs depict the exploits of useless men; folkloric expositions of death and joy, loss and love, spiritual fallacy, class disparity, labor exploitation, and the inherent humor of it all.

Faraway Dogs are a small group of lesser beings shouting in the distance, says so right on the tin. If tradition is a timeline, we seek the country paradox; mad Americana making light of our darker airs.