"What the world needs is far from being wars of personal interests and bloodshed but of equal rights, intelligence, maturity, development and prosperous nations."
Is this man dying or dreaming? Maybe a dead's dream can tell! Strange as no one can imagine, a beautiful woman who is a true incarnation of love exercises seduction power over a man whose envies take him to seek relish of sex. Unexpectedly, his attempt fails. As a consequence, he loses all his senses. In his madness and through an articulated monologue he unveils all intricacies associated with a permissive world. After a deep insight in things of the astral world, his spirit dashes into the otherworld.
Walls have ears but this time they are stone deaf to the downfall of an important member of the government. While rumors are busy echoing out there, the owl, abreast of the conspiracy, wants to bring the whole story to the attention of the public. It therefore starts singing the premonitory song considered as a harbinger of misfortune by the people of the Democratic Republic of Kulunsi.
The Jars of Blood (First part)He who rebelled against the Uncreated Creature found refuge down on earth. From then, he started ruling the ephemeral world through his representatives. The pew much coveted has its bloody prize: the Jars of Blood.Not in Swine! (Second part)From the very bottom of my injured soul, where the emptiness of the limitless vacuum still hurts, eating up into my insatiable desires. The heart of sons of the discord needs to booze for a momentous elevation.
Under the burden of the night oath, jealousy, hatred, adversity and challenge prompt the last surviving shapeshifter of the village to work out his wizardry of lycanthropy, cynanthropy and ailuranthropy. The immediate consequence on the cursed individual is the alteration of his physical appearance from that of a man to that of a smoked bush meat. Indeed, this is in good remembrance to the victim that things of the outside are not of the inside.