“...The sunset in the Montana mountains thickened between two peaks like a huge bruise, and dark veins spread from it across the mutilated sky. The sky retreated into the mountain heights from the village of Hosts - tiny, dull, unknown. According to rumors, twelve people lived there, twelve dark and mysterious souls, extracting food from the bare, almost completely bare stone on which they grew, no one knows how or why. They became a special breed, these twelve Sabaothians, as if nature first became generous with a new creature, and then came to its senses and left them to swarm and die...”