“Do you have everything in there?”
“Now, we’ll just have to wait for the night sky.”
“I hope everything works well this time.”
“Don’t worry, it will. Haven’t you heard: Think positive and it’ll be positive.”
“It’s time. Bring the chicken.”
“What chicken? I thought you’ll get it.”
It sounded like a war was being fought inside the tent.
Until, next equinox the sacrificial white cloth has preserved its cleanliness. Although, it fears if it continues like this, the fools of this generation will never be able to make a sacrifice ever.