{Music Recommendation: Ghost Dance by Captain Planet }
In the late afternoon, they returned to the Oncari, who, from some bizarre turn of events, were setting up for an uncalled-for celebration. The chief and his people felt lighter, and in need to smile and laugh, dance and share stories by the fire as a community. The tribe, known for being loners and apex predators, gathered and set up a feast.
The Oncari fires burned high that night, their orange glow dancing across the carved totems and the wide circle of gathered tribespeople. Drums pulsed like heartbeats, reverberating through the palms and land, calling life back into every corner of the island.
The air shimmered with warmth and laughter, and though no one could name why, a lightness had settled over them all, as though the very soil had sighed with relief. It wasn't only the Oncari who celebrated this night. All corners of the island were alive, cheering and dancing, embracing the shift on Tayun.
