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«Night is bright again after eleven years since nights-of-day. The dim-suns came full, brighter sibling up the darker, and the travelling sun is here as well. We, the children of river, were the last to claim ourselves the same with forest-dwellers, and continue our own tradition of gifting all night-suns. I, the sorcerer of tree-carvers, placed the riverine small-suns alongside our offerings, and I am singing this to you so you, the masters of night, will free all river children from the thieves that hate.»

The sorcerer wanted to continue their song, but suddenly a sound like nothing before came out of a distant volcano, though no one knew that it was this. This boom was unknown to them, just like the camera drone that came from the ‘travelling star’, so the sorcerer decided to break the annual ritual of offerings. They wasn’t understanding, what it all would mean, except the fact that times were to change.

All tribes of either forest-dwelling, river-living, or shore-scavenging aalullas will have to face a challenge like nothing they knew – they will have to find peace with their primal enemies which were mistaken for simple animals, and who had mistaken them for evil, since sky would send them message seen by all.

«The night says everything was to change. Perhaps for good.»

And right now, good was identified by ‘gods’ above their current understanding of the world around them. It was identified by humans which wanted no culture to be lost to time after they had lost their own kind.

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«Night is bright again after eleven years since nights-of-day. The dim-suns came full, brighter sibling up the darker, and the travelling sun is here as well. We, the children of river, were the last to claim ourselves the same with forest-dwellers, and continue our own tradition of gifting all night-suns. I, the sorcerer of tree-carvers, placed the riverine small-suns alongside our offerings, and I am singing this to you so you, the masters of night, will free all river children from the thieves that hate.»

The sorcerer wanted to continue their song, but suddenly a sound like nothing before came out of a distant volcano, though no one knew that it was this. This boom was unknown to them, just like the camera drone that came from the ‘travelling star’, so the sorcerer decided to break the annual ritual of offerings. They wasn’t understanding, what it all would mean, except the fact that times were to change.

All tribes of either forest-dwelling, river-living, or shore-scavenging aalullas will have to face a challenge like nothing they knew – they will have to find peace with their primal enemies which were mistaken for simple animals, and who had mistaken them for evil, since sky would send them message seen by all.

«The night says everything was to change. Perhaps for good.»

And right now, good was identified by ‘gods’ above their current understanding of the world around them. It was identified by humans which wanted no culture to be lost to time after they had lost their own kind.