The men in silver clothes and pointed hats came first to take our wives.

The old ones sent our peace-man, the one who talks to the other tribes, to the men in silver clothes. Our peace-man, who told us that this season was ours to hunt the northern forest, brought the men. They pointed at him and he turned into a thick water, which they collected in silver cups.

They took our wives, and killed the men brave enough to die.

One of their men found me while I hunted. I had no reason to run. My wife was taken second. The man had no pointed hat. He told me many things.

I told these things to the old ones. I told them that one day the men will take more from us, that the tribe needs to move to the grasslands, where we go when the waters are low. They said that the men will find us there, no matter where we go. I listened to the old ones. We stayed.

The old ones were right. I remember what the man in silver told me.

Their nanofog is descending, and with it come our hopes and dreams.