Virgin sacrifice.

The Wise Woman had determined she had at last come of age.

Hidden away in an ancient jungle, this tribe has lived a long time in harmony with the world around them, thanks to their diligence, patience, and of course, their reverence of the great Jungle God. The Jungle God demanded respect and care for himself and His Jungle, that for whatever they receive or take, they must give something back. This included the favour of the Jungle God. And so the village would raise girls for Him. Not wives, no mortal could ever be the bride of a God. They were sacrifices, to become whatever the Jungle God decided they would be.

For this reason the girl had been raised without a name. She would be who and what the Jungle God decided she was. While others learnt to hunt, she learned to dance. While others were fed to grow muscle, she was dieted to be slender. While other children dreamed of becoming great hunters, chiefs, trackers or carpenters, she dreamed of the day the Jungle God would tell her who she would be.

At last, that day has come.

Dressed in just enough to give their God something to tear away, she was led out to the sacred grove. The wise woman spread charcoal on her eyes, giving her the dusky lids that the young women used when trying to seduce a man. She doubted she could seduce a god, but she hoped the effort would please him.

And so she was left along, laid out in the sun, to wait upon the old altar. And in time... the Jungle began to move.