Caelus Nocturnus, God of the cool, starry sky, was confined to the sunless north so that he stood in perfect axis with Apollo Sol, the God of the blistering day. So must the Wordle Friends be likewise confined, as balancing but opposing forces, too powerful to occupy the same space.
As end-of-season tensions mount, static between the Wordle Friends materializes.
In the Cotton State, if the heat don't getcha the rattlers will. But not when you're swamp trash like the Wordle Friends. Why they...
All that stands between one Wordle Friend and ruination is a momentary lapse in assiduity.