In the smoky cellar of Ma Kalunga, there sat four people, looking at the death-rattling kicks of the goat that they had brought ina day ago.
Foam was building in its mouth, and it let out a lsat final "Buäääääääää!!!"
Ma Kalunga tore open the goats stomach and heaved out the entrails.
The stink filled the room but the watchers concentrated on the words of Ma Kalunga.
"The faceless one is on his way.
They travel fast and have formed a trinity.
One holds a big secret, one has a great fear, and one isn´t what he seems...............Beware the "Other" from within on of them."
Her trance ends, and the participants gather around her and they all start to humm and rock back and forth.
