"With the ancestral spirits as witnesses! Are you from the East of Luba? From the White Sea in the East? From the Great Island in the sea?..."
"Ancestral witness! We come from the East! We are the Kingdom in the Lake, a vast continent under the mantle of the Chief Divine! We crossed the sea guided by a Divine Revelation..."
The Kurile Cold Current flows ceaselessly southward, bringing the chill of the Arctic Ocean to the edge of the Kamchatka Peninsula. Snow falls in October on the peninsula, and by November, temperatures plunge below freezing. On this icy coastline, in the biting cold wind, two people by the campfire chatted enthusiastically, gesturing and drawing in the snow, despite not understanding a single full sentence from each other, their faces full of surprise and excitement.
