Osheeta
It's dusk and we're gathering a team of mystical people from rhelms all over. We don't know each other but we all have a common interest, although, at this time, I don't exactly know what it is... just that we have it. Maybe we are protectors or maybe we are meant to create something to change the world. Or maybe we are meant to just be. One man arrives. He is big and strong with dark, rugged features and dressed in an almost futuristic yet archaic attire. He hovers over this cage-like mechanism... although it isn't exactly a cage. It has importance and he is the key to this device. We all are somehow. We are cooking dinner. I am inclined to do a spirit dance in the name of our food. This Asian lady or perhaps she's Native American... but I feel she's Asian... she's overseeing the flame that cooks the food. This flame is connected to this series of pipes that funnels heat to each hanging pot. In each pot is food for each individual. I hear this lady ...