(narrating a "story" about a town) Long ago, in a distant land, lived a small tribe. The tribe valued simplicity and lived together in harmony, worshiping a huge plant that sprung miraculously in the centre of their small village at a time of great famine and hardship. The plant bestowed upon the town a bountiful harvest of food, wine and gold.

(talking about a magical plant that speaks) It said “Take heed my children. I have rid this village of the Great Suffering. I am the Benevolent, I am Omniscient, I am The Mother. Give yourself to me, worship me and I shall bequeath upon you a rich and endless bounty. That is my gift to you.”

(narrating the story about the magical plant) Each time they worshipped The Mother or ate from her fruit they fell into a deep trance slowly becoming slaves to the deity and losing control of themselves in the process.