Masol-To, the old Enutrof wakes from his sleep with a jolt and, lifts his trembling hands to his encrusted beard, remnants of a hot soup the day before. He saw everything in a dream and now he is sure that soon a fabulous cosmic ray will fall upon the World of Twelve.

No rock has resisted the trusty shovel he now grips in his fists and as Masol-To strides along Amakna‘s pathways, his great dream gathers reality with each step.

The Cosmic Ray will impact imminently, and along with it many events and gifts �for those who survive at least.