The little girl is drowning in the gurgling creek. She's followed the water sprite's tune, hopped along the slippery stones and then she fell in. Her friends are upstream, crying for their mothers ...  [+]

Hello, she thinks as she approaches the wooden pole that is The Gods. It stands there, silently and faceless. She lays her offering at its feet. Unstirring, it overlooks the rocks that have crushed ...  [+]