A dark wooden voice calls out to action, the hunting party gathers ablaze, determined to overcome the brooding heat and swivel through the equatorial maze. Cheered upon by aroused relicts, chanting sycophantic cries to the rhythmic cadences of animals and allies. The daunting trail suddenly seems clear, victory lures as the night comes near. A cracking of twilight, sudden dyspnea. Ataxia! The foe must be slayed! A plasmic antagonist escapes the impetuous raid. Endorphins fuel a spasmic stampede, bewildered persistence succumbs into collapsing fatigue. Alas… The creature has breached from our exhausted gaze.