Hibernation Point I know it's dire, my time today

her sides had grown larger, and eshamun fancied that now she could feel the babes stirring within. when among the malkaria, she did not speak of them; she merely carried the sacrifice she would make for molech. but when alone, in the rain-wet glades or the green forests, the woman spoke to her children, telling them of the shamayim that awaited them, and molech would make sure of it. there would be no suffering; their souls would be loosed from their forms and made new again, to be reborn into new bodies. and if eshamun was blessed in the sight of the eight-armed one, in a year's time, molech would give them to her again.

a curious sight distracted the canaanite from her bittersweet, whispered words; a wolf's head, lifting from the ground. eshamun paused in her walking to gaze at the odd vision, the rapidly blinking eyes, and wondered. "what are you doing?" she called, slowly drawing forth.