Only one last try had left for the tribe. Rescue whatever may. And thus Reese shouts a desperate attempt to revive the rest of the pilots.
“Tribe! We cannot abandon our struggle now that we’re halfway there! The loss of our two partners should not be fatal to the rest of our mission! I think I know how to restrain our basic mourning instincts and save us from the delusions of youth before the storm subdue us! I’ll get paranoid too, causing artificially, a chemically induced hallucination! Hlourp.
Where should one catch the outline of the roots of my revolutionary thoughts? This continuance owes to be tightly tied to our good fortune that has never ceased to exist and for as long as there is, never gets mistaken!
My mind takes me thirty and five years ago. No, do not think over the early days of the war. Neither about what went on prior to the council and the duel that tore our partnership apart.
Even before that I remember sitting in my prototype container box, in homeostasis A.Th.A.H.E., arranging supplies, small tools and survival items for a trip I and Ko would take on the island of Gavdos, southern of Crete.

With the help of my friend Vi Van, we organized everything perfectly but one last detail. The dog’s food. I can never forget how I got out of the impasse. I assumed that there is some Manqui hero to carry my burden!
Still this is the same name I actually gave later to the child that fled with his mother away from us and Anima Key.
For so many years I have kept it a secret that they all remain safe and have taken my seat in the house A.Th.A.H.E, somehow carrying my load! Yes, I named the witch’s child, Manqui as the hero I had once imagined.
I predicted our future and that responded true and real. And that same future must have been the one that mailed me in Hinterland about the dome I spoke of yesterday. That the next few days will enclose Anima Key and protect it from Earth’s dissection.
So, if you want to have one slim chance to enter that dark new future, let me wonder on my progress over the next years. If you want to find a way out of the maze of illusions before the storm breaks let me say that it is in the way we wonder that solves unanswered questions.”
On his unstable canoe, he starts to experience a profound inner meditation trial. This delirium is similar to that of the past that he willingly had submitted himself to heal from the guilt and pain of the significant loss of a childhood friend named Pet. Reese survived their common bike crash and was pulled alive at a day in which all but the last act, had rolled as he had planned. Holiday-ish. That fact initiated a series of posttraumatic experiences that tormented him in the first decade of the twenty first century.

In the following years, through diligent observation and constant support of his friend Vi, and there where he seemed to be discovering the algorithms of his mournful behavior, thus overcoming his demons, he suddenly began making unceasing references to a new kind of beings, the «Kynanthros».
Reese apparently found stimulation in the adventures of his dog, Koh, and drew the shapes of his thoughts from a wide range of deep knowledge acquired through detailed searches. He reached a point where he covered answers to questions that stretched from genetic architecture to the constellation Canis Major, and from illustrations of canine servants in ancient Minoan Crete up to those of Saint Christopher with the Dog face by the first Christians. All reports showed that once there were and there will be once again, beings with a human body and the head of a dog.
They once had been and will again be mammals, in upstanding dog size with an inner hole in the skull which will allow the development of improved jaw muscle. It will be a species with fast metabolism, which may breathe and chew at the same time, thanks to an inner separation of the nose by the mouth. It will have different teeth, useful for different missions. Small front ones to chop, canine ones for tearing and some back teeth to puree.
Conclusively, Reese imagined that a story that would relate hero and antihero Kynanthros, could help mankind avoid terrible prophecies and suffering. All that was needed was a story that could eventually aid man conquer the quintessential main effect of irreligious Henotheism, namely, an effective defense against all aggressive oblivion illnesses.

After all, Reese’s research on standalone survival systems and on various musical origins led him to the study and design of the Autonomous Therapeutic Aquaponic Enclave, referred also as homeostasis A.Th.A.H.E., and to the creation of an heteronymous experimental musician, referred as Ice Atan, respectively.
He truly believed that with such a nickname, meaning the devil either got canonized or entered ice, he would eliminate all passive aggressive reviews that his art might face.
“There once was a donkey that during the day did his daily chores but once night fell, he could freely treaded out the corn tasty grass of the adjacent field. However, instead of the green of the field, he preferred vegetables of the farm next door and before the cock crow, he had already returned home, satiated.
One night he met a jackal, who wandered around, they became good friends and hung around every night. The fat donkey used to break the fence of the farm and behind him followed the little jackal, until one night a full moon madness gripped the donkey to sing. The jackalette suspected the turn of events that things would take and stopped him by saying that as thieves it is a must to stay in silence. The voice of the donkey would awaken the farmers and their capture would be certain. But the stubborn donkey did not back up, he invoked his civilized nature instead and began chanting…

… The most ancient Indian version of the story says that Reese Cerussites, aka the little jackal, aka Ice Atan, was saved in the end but in our critical point of view, these obscene musical experiments, aka donkey’s chant, must somehow pay back their high price in the end.
The story now teaches us that in this dual personality case, the angry farmers, aka all you listeners, will get hold of both animals and will crush them with metal bars and large clubs with nails. At the end you will chain the donkey and the jackal together from their throats. They will be rewarded with two beautiful necklaces in the price of one hierocording, or whatsoever!”

His increasingly frequent returns to Anima Key, to find peace from the reactions of the world, a certain bleeding energy from the place itself into him and the subsequent trips to tropical destinations until all stored energy got depleted, put him in a state of perpetual motion and stillness. Within this high speed of life he quickly realized that the balance system of his inner being requires attuned changes in imperiodic spatiotemporal phases with other external beings.
In such a phase, in a controversial musical performance in two thousand and fourteen, the musician then Reese as Ice Atan meets and falls for the dancer and therapist Ido Nincha. But they shared the same sign of Aries, the dominant fire sign, doomed by nature to burn each other. His reaction to this fact should be immediate, consistent with his line of philosophy and life.
The vagaries that from the beginning characterized the couple’s relationship had shown enough hints of agreement. It didn’t take long for both of them to realize they wanted better integration of the multiple personalities.
And they had one of the best, by far, guides to help them, the mythology of the ancient Greeks. They identified and named the constellations in the zodiac according to animal characteristics, thus showed the couple how to protect themselves from themselves.
As Prometheus hid the stolen fire from Olympus inside a slit of a Sea Fennel, so they also had to hide their own fire.
They thought that the convergence of their different frequencies in coordination would be manageable only if the starting point was given in a magical place, as Olympus was for the ancients. As for Reese, his magic part of the world was that of Anima Key.

So after a year, in the mandates of their friend Aster Azurites and by whistling coordinated melodies throughout their whole journey, the new couple will tame the sacred path that connects Anima Key with civilization; fifty times they had come back and gone forth during their first month.
Under their small cave friends’ instructions, the couple’s transition to the new augmented reality would be crowned with braids of seaside crithmum under the meteoric rocks of the big cave.