what we call birth is
when something first changes out of its former condition,
and what we call death is when its identity ceases;
things may perhaps be translated hither and thither;
nevertheless, they stay constant in their sum total"
― Ovid
Prologue
Luziâçari, Northern Amazon Rainforest; June 27th, 2019
A teenage girl slipped through the bushes holding a cloth-wrapped bundle to her chest. The girl looked around her nervously, trying to move as quietly as possible, ignoring the pain in her feet and arms. Her breathing was heavy and she was terrified, but she did her best to keep quiet, just as her husband had instructed her.
The monsters had come from the forest without warning, dark creatures that moved fast and killed everything that moved. The girl had heard stories about monsters from the village Wiseman and her mother before, but she had never encountered one. Tonight, however, the monsters had attacked her dying village. They had killed everyone in their path: children, adults, the elderly, and animals. There was no distinction in the face of the monsters' endless appetite.
No one had a chance to escape. She and her baby had made it, just because her husband had sacrificed himself for them.
The girl could hear the sound of monsters' heavy breathing and the putrid smell of decomposition that accompanied them. She was so scared.
Crouching in the branches and crying silently, the girl prayed to her gods for someone to appear and save her.
But her prayers fell on deaf ears when she was pulled into the shadows. Screams and howls broke the tranquility of the night forest, leaving nothing but a trail of blood and death.
