On a hot summer night the wild beast emerges from the clumps of algae that reflect the celestial vault.
She lives in the eyes of the caiman and in the feathers of night birds. she speaks the ancient language of the conch by singing lullabies to the water beings.
Before dawn, she approaches the ears of the women who are still sleeping, softly whispering the songs of the creatures of the abyss.
Hoping to conjure another wild beast.