You decide to stay put in the thin patch of weeds as the chanting gets louder and fills the air around you. Every other noise from the buzzing insects to howling animals seem to disappear as the women continue their song. You are beginning to feel unnerved, but its too late to head back to the gas station now...any movement would likely get you noticed.
Soon, the fire begins flickering a bit as the tone of the chorus shifts from light and angelic to lower and heavier, though still distinctly feminine. The fire goes down as their song slows a bit and begins to grow quieter with each passing minute. Finally, they speak their last note in unison and the fire sputters out in a puff of smoke and fades from existence. For a split second everything became dead silent until...
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