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Stone Henge, 1942. Night.
A group of men in green plastic suits begin to set up large bulky machines around various stones. one man draws a series of lines and curves over the fallen rocks and bare earth.
Another turns a handle on a smaller machine. a green light on the machine gets brighter as he turns the handle. when the light is brightest, he connects it with copper wires to what looks like a video camera, firmly planted in the hard soil.
from the shadows, a man in a particularly odd suit walks into the henge.
"is everything ready?"
"Yes, sir" say two men.
"sir, im having some problems" reports another. "the ethereal connection is reading 10 times higher than we predicted!"
"ignore that" he commanded.
"Ive waited for this for thirty years" he says. "i wont be stopped by some curious spirits".
taking precise measurements, one of the men places a metal rod in the direct center of the henge. on top he places a strange-looking crystal. one could gaze into it and never look away.
"begin".
three other men press various buttons on several devices.
a faint whirring vibration fills the scene.
then, a sharp noise able to pierce the eardrum sounds.
the men cringe in agony.
the leader stands, ignoring his pain and putting on large metal gloves, attached to the whirring machine with the green light.
One of the men presses a button on the camera-like device.
the crystal begins to glow.
the glow gets brighter and brighter and brighter and explodes!
the purple glow remains. figures emerge in the glow.
strange creatures, unidentifiable in the sharp mist, look around in awe and confusion.
"em faa su? ku laak imn'a a?" says one of the entities. it becomes clearer.
"EM FAA SU?" it screams.
it is huge. over ten feet tall, arms long and bold. only three fingers on the black arms on the jet-black body.
it eyes glew red.
the leader of the men reaches out with his gloved hands, index finger forward, his body shaking in terror.
curious, ghostly creatures emerge from the edge of the glow, looking down on the men and their leader. they turn their heads in wonder. their ears are long and slender. wings present themselves.
the giant monster in the glow reaches his forward, mimicking the leader.
one the machines makes a blunt, loud noise.
in shock the large black demon slams his massive hand on the leader, forcing him to the ground. the gloves are broken.
reaching down, the black demon grabs the leader, and runs off into the mysterious world inside the purple, now hazy glow.
the fair beings looking down on the men seem to flutter away.
the glow enlargens, engulfing all the men into the hazy glow.
it begins to retreat.
the men cannot escape. they struggle to get out, screaming in agony, but the haze has become a prison.
as the glow grows smaller, retreating back to form the crystal, every man is trapped. they smash together into a ball of blood and flesh, and finally reform the dark crystal atop the staff.
a single gold feather drops to the ground, and upon touching the cold earth beneath Stonehenge, disintegrates.