Story
Ngoma Nlô
In ancient times, when the roads were made of red earth and the trees whispered secrets to the wind, there lived a sacred drum called Ngoma Nlô, the Talking Drum. It was no ordinary drum: carved from iroko wood and adorned with ancestral symbols, it had the power to carry messages between distant villages. Its sound was not just music, but language: each beat was a word, each rhythm an emotion.
The elders guarded it in the village of Ebong, and when a community needed help, advice, or a celebration, the drum spoke. Its echo crossed mountains, rivers, and jungles, carrying news, warnings, and blessings. It was the soul of communication, the spiritual heartbeat that united the people.

But one moonless night, a greedy stranger stole the drum. He took it far away, intending to sell it as mere art. At dawn, the villages awoke in silence. There were no songs, no answers. The mothers wept, the elders gathered, but without the drum, their words reached no one. The connection was broken.

For years, the communities lived in isolation, distrustful of one another. Traditions began to fade, like smoke in the wind. Until a boy named M'Boma, born in silence, dreamed of the drum. In his dream, the spirits showed him the way to where it was hidden.
Guided by the rhythm of his heart, M'Boma embarked on a journey through jungles and savannas. He found the drum in a forgotten cave, covered in dust but untouched. When he played it, the drum spoke again. Its voice awakened the ancestors, and its echo reunited the villages.

Now, each generation learns to read the rhythms of the drum. Not only to communicate, but to remember that tradition, like sound, lives on as long as it is shared. And that when the common voice is lost, the soul of the people is lost.

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The Cross of the Damned.
In the humid forests of Galicia, where the wind whistles through the chestnut trees and moss covers the stones like ancient skin, it is said that every night, when the clock strikes the witching hour, the Holy Company rises from the depths of purgatory.
It was a moonless night, and Xoán, the sacristan of San Pedro de Louredo, was returning along the old path after closing the hermitage. He carried an oil lantern and a rosary, but the silence of the forest seemed to devour his prayers. Suddenly, the air became thick, and a white mist drifted between the trees as if with a will of its own.
From the end of the path, the procession emerged: hooded, translucent figures with empty faces and unseeing eyes. Each held a lit candle that did not tremble in the wind. At the front, a living man, his gaze lost, carried a wooden cross and a bowl of holy water. He was the guide, the condemned one, chosen by death to open the way for wandering souls.
Xoán tried to flee, but his legs wouldn't respond. The Company surrounded him in silence, and a mouthless voice whispered: "You have seen. You must be silent. Or you will be next."
From that night on, Xoán never spoke again. He could be seen wandering through the village with glassy eyes, murmuring names no one recognized. Some said they were next. Others, that they were already dead.
The Holy Company continues its march, invisible to the unbelievers, inevitable to the chosen ones. If you ever feel a chill that doesn't come from the air, or see lit candles where there is no fire, don't look back. Because if you meet the guide's gaze, the cross will be yours, and the holy water will weigh like guilt.

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