The tribe sat gathered around the fire, awaiting the return of the hunting party. The tribes Chief was patient, but the others were not. The herds the tribe normally hunted were dwindling, meaning that more hunting parties had to be sent farther away to gather enough food for the growing tribe. Figures appeared from the darkness, their hunt successful. As the tribe began to butcher the animal and cook its flesh, the four hunters went to the Chief.
Is he dead? Asked the Chief, referring to the missing fifth member of the hunting party.
We do not know. We sent him ahead to scout a new hunting area that showed potential for more food, and he never returned, replied the leader of the hunting party.
Just as the Chief was about to gather a search party, the missing hunter ran into the camp, his fear obvious in his behavior.
What happened? Asked the worried Chief.
I am not sure, replied the terrified hunter, I believe I have encountered the gods.
This statement gathered the attention of all the tribe, who had been attending to their cooking meat. The Chief, who seemed more intrigued than amazed asked the story to be told to the tribe.
Well, began the terrified hunter, I went to scout a new area for hunting. I traveled through a forest and entered a large open plain. As I crossed the plain heading towards the sound of a river, a bright light fell upon me. Blinded by the light, I fell down and felt a small pain in my back. I struggled to get up, but found myself losing strength. I do not remember what happened next, but I remember waking up in a strange place. It was like a tent, but seemed much more solid; like a cave.
I tried to look around, but the room was bright and I was very weak; as if some unseen force was not allowing me to move. I remember seeing strange creatures around me, doing strange things with strange objects that I did not recognize. They took attached some of the strange objects to me and spoke in a strange language that I not only did not recognize, but could not even replicate.
I cried out and screamed, and they spoke even faster and with more fervor. They began to use more strange objects on me, some poking into my skin and some letting off bright flashes in my eyes. This went on for a long time, and when it was over I could move again. Strangely, I did not feel threatened by these creatures. I felt quite calm and welcomed amongst them. We went through an opening in a wall and into a different place. Like before, it was like a strange hut, but this place was larger. I looked behind me and found that the opening in the wall had disappeared.
The creatures took me to another wall and I watched in awe as it began to disappear. This opening was different; it was like a wall that you could see though. I saw a strange sight, many bright lights among darkness; like the night sky. I also saw a giant ball of many colors that I could not help but feel was our world. Soon after we went into yet another place through yet another wall and I remember feeling tired and falling asleep. I awoke near the camp and ran here as quickly as I could.
The Chief, who, like the entire tribe, had been listening with great interest and though about all he had heard before he spoke,
Did you see the strange creatures, the gods, clearly?
When we entered the place where the world could be seen, I did see one up close. Unlike us they stood upon two legs, with their bodies upright rather than parallel to the ground. They had only four limbs, all of them less flexible than ours. The legs they did not walk upon had two extra fingers; a total of five in all. One was on the side of the hand and seemed more important than the other four. They had some kind of covering on their bodies; I do not know what it was. Their head was not part of their body, like ours, and they had only two eyes instead of four. Their mouth was strange, the bottom of it moving up and down as it spoke in its strange language. Between their eyes and mouth was something I did not recognize, a strange bulge with two holes on the bottom of it. That is all I remember, Chief.
The Chief stared into the fire and reflected on the hunters story. Many of the tribe had fallen asleep and those that had not were busy feasting on what little meat remained. As the hunting party also began to eat, the Chief looked up at the night sky and silent said to himself,
Truly the gods are strange.