The ground was dark and damp.
The air was grey, almost opaque. Two people could stand next to each other but all they would see of their companions was a silhouette.
But in this environment, a lively song was sang; hundreds of voices joining together to praise a man.
…
The messenger of God has come to Kuhai
Stone horses ran rampant, their manes swaying
White spirits gleam in the sunlight
Shepherds chase down the young lion
But what do they know
This mere "little" boy will be empyrean over them
None will dread to meet with him
For in his presence, the wolves will rest with the lambs
All well fed
…
The subject of this song was seated a top a tribal altar decorated with patterns of various humanized animals all making exaggerated faces. Whether this was an altar built for the sake of a god or a demon, one could not tell.
