['You arrive, I survive.
You kill, I revive.
You bless, I cry.
I am the shadow of your light.']
Somebody was chanting it. People wearing black dresses, covering their faces with hoods, they were chanting it. They were circling a woman who was in labor. She was wearing a thin white gown. There were droplets of sweat formed on her forehead. She was in lots of pain. Some hooded women were clutching her hands from both sides of the bed. She was screaming in pain but her voice drowned in their chants. Everything was vague and everything was messy. There was darkness. The only source of light was a candle with two whips present in the middle of the circle. There was blood too. Lots and lots of blood.
