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The massive sun sets.

Sunlight retreats from the land.

The dense, darkening forest is almost silent. Beyond the typical sounds found in nature are rustlings.

And something else.

Male and female voices.

Laughing.

Cursing.

Howling.

Then . . . light.

Two dozen monsters appear, holding torches and bottles of alcohol. Their heads are not human – theirs are beasts-heads, tigers, hogs, goats. Their bodies are human, barely clothed in soiled rags.

At the rear of the pack is Comus, a striking man in either his twenties or two hundreds. He is handsome and kind-looking. At one angle, he appears cherub-like. In another, devilish.

He holds a gold staff with a bright gold arrow headpiece. In his other hand is an empty crystal glass.

Comus is not as jovial as the others, but his mood is still light as he smiles at his followers’ frivolities.

Escorting him are three nude women with animal heads – Serpent, Hound, and Hawk. The women’s fingers are not idle.

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