Short version:
In this deep forest, a colossal beast that blotts out the sky and swallows the sun devours the night with a single flap of its wings. Fiery red wings sweep across the sky with a thunderous cry. An old man with a dragon's face and a human body appears amid prayers, while a winding mountain range rises into the shape of a hazy deity...
A little boy who left home for the night hides in the grass. The cold morning dew dampens his sleeves. He carefully covers his eyes, but through the cool gaps between his fingers, he still sees...
That is...
A group of bizarre-looking spirits, their bodies swaying, dressed in colorful robes and hopping about as they prepare incense and an altar. The forceful mountain wind tears through the curling smoke, but no one interrupts the ancient, timeworn chant. The little monsters' bells chime along, and at the solemn, majestic ceremony to the gods, a long-haired woman in traditional ritual dress stands straight as a bamboo stalk, pointing toward the distant mountains...
Long version:
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