"I wish for a talkative person who can communicate with the Divine Spirits of the Heavenly Divine, speaking five and a half sentences! I attract him with food, and he descends from the sky, as graceful as a Divine Spirit! He is a water thrush, able to fly to the sky and also land on water, communicating with all Divine Might! As long as I feed him well, with venison and mountain vegetable soup, with salmon and mouth-chewed wine, he will happily chirp... Ha ha chirp chirp chirp!…"
The joyful sound of the lute plays once again, amidst the fire pit of the tribes, under the moonlit night by the seaside, lingering in everyone's heart. As a coastal Great Tribe, the Cold Swamp Tribe has prepared an abundance of food to entertain the brother tribes with the same heritage. The aroma of food and people's laughter, like moonlight and tide, fill the entire seaside village.
