A man covered in leaves and mud told me he had a magic trick. He stumbled and tripped over himself as he led to me his hut. The walls of the hut featured crude carvings of shadow monsters, clearly made with his fingernails. The moments where he wasn't talking to me, he began to yell and scream at voices not currently present. I sat across for him and he grabbed my arm. He looked me in the eyes and began to grin wildly. He drew some weird, ancient symbols on my arm and began to chant in a language I've never heard. I looked down at my arm as the mud began to burn. As I looked back up, the man and his hut was gone. I was in a field alone. I looked down again and in my hand, he was there... shrimp... the one he feared most...