Synopsis

They painted the ceremonial caribou in vibrant, unsettling hues—a kaleidoscope of colors that seemed to pulse with an inner light. But as the final brushstroke dried, the creature stilled. A shudder ran through its painted form, and then, stillness. Dead. Panic tightened in their chests. The ceremony was imminent, and a dead caribou was unthinkable. They had to find a replacement, and fast. The vibrant colors, once a symbol of celebration, now felt like a mocking reminder of their failure. T