The Shaman was walking on the rocky hills of the Psychic Valley, when he found the skull of a dead goat on the ground. The skull had an ancient look. There were also some strange symbols on its horns and its colors were not faded a bit after all these years. The Shaman grabbed the skull and when he looked through the goat's horn, he saw an amazing view of another world. He thought, maybe the skull was an artifact of the PsyKings that lived here, long years ago. In that another world, everything was upside down. The good was bad, the fire didn't burn, the waters were dry, hope was terrifying, anger was happy, the trees were hanged in the skies and the nights were bright. The Shaman had enough. He covered the magical skull with some orange linen and stuffed it into his backpack and kept on walking on the rocky hills till it was night.
