The sky was a glossy black. Stars were scattered across it like bird feed thrown to the chickens. The stars glittered and outlined the silhouette of a lone mountain. The mountain seemed strange to the people in the town below; only one mountain stood, no others. A small shrine stood on the mountain. From long back, the shrine was built on this mysterious mountain for eight spirits. Each spirit was had a symbol of a different animal; Wolf, Cat, Swan, Snake, Fox, Deer, Peacock, and Shark. But it had been abandoned ever since the spirits seemed to have lost presence. The shrine was empty and blackness filled its hallways.

Sudden movement disturbed the cobwebs that had formed in its chambers over the previous years. A man walked down the main hall. Every footstep he took echoed around the dark, open hall. A silver cloak glided around his feet. The man's appearance would be odd to any ordinary person. He was dressed in complete gray, looking as if he had lived through generations. He continued to walk down the hallway, which opened to a large balcony. Someone seemed to already have been waiting there. "Good evening," the stranger on the balcony said. "More like good night," the silver man chuckled. "This is not time for your humorous talk." The stranger, who was clothed in a long brown coat, frowned in a thoughtful way. He gazed out in the midst of the night, but it didn't take a genius to know his mind was churning. "The eight spirits have been awakened," said the brown coated man. "I have taken note." The silver man stepped out onto the balcony. "They will be in human form and placed at the town of 'Khwām sngb'," the brown coated man continued. "When will they be returned to their former positions?" The silver man stepped up to the railing of the balcony. "That is soon to be unknown. Most likely until the forces of Thalāy have receded," the brown coated man replied. The silver man expressed no emotion. Long since the evil god of the broken hearts had arrived, chaos erupted in the heavens. Thalay was a tricky one, deceiving the higher gods before him. Soon, the gods blamed one another for his destruction upon the shrines and their holy cities. The eight spirits, which seemed to be the only solution, left their positions to seek him out on men's land. "What about Wolf," the silver man asked. "His future is to remain unknown. His new arrival from the Evil side has left him in a not trustable position," the brown coated man replied.

The silver man followed the brown coated man's gaze into the distance. His sight lay on the town of Khwām sngb. It was silent, for now. "Wolf, Cat, Swan, Snake, Shark, Peacock, Fox, and Deer," he muttered. The silver man raised his hand. A light, representing each animal, shot out of his wrinkled palm. The lights lit up the sky with a blazing flash, then proceeded down to the town slowly. The lights faded, but their trails of smoke stayed in the air. It stayed in the air for a while. As it faded away, the men to, disappeared.