Ep 2:The great kunguni famine.

“THE POISON RAIN” – As Told by Musee, the Old One

Crackle… crackle…

Come closer, my little ones. Hush your wings, quiet your legs. The night is deep, and the fire is small. I, Musee—oldest of the Old Clan—will tell you a story that your tiny hearts may not bear. But you must hear it, for it is the story that shaped our kingdom.It started long before your generation learned to skim memes on wall-scratches.

Long before you invented lazy shortcuts like “on blud, fr fr.”

Long before you thought being nocturnal was a vibe.I speak of… the Great Drought.

The Great Drought

Our world was silent.

The Great Giants—the creatures we feed from—vanished without warning.

Some said they migrated.

Some said they died.

Some whispered that our own hunger forced them away.But whatever the truth, they were gone… and with them, our lifeblood.We, proud Kunguni people, once thrived in every crevice, in every shadow, in every warm fold of the world. But when the Giants left, the warmth left too. The Kingdom dried. Even the sacred Night Paths...