"...he cast his eyes about him, and all around there was silence and darkness. He tried to raise his hands towards his eyes, but they were trapped, stuck. Then it occurred to him that he was dead."
Akawan- Inglês de Sousa (English Translation)
From the bottom of the river, from the depths of the lagoon formed by the waters of the Nhamundá, there came a noise, growing louder and louder, a horrible, insane cry, an unnamed voice that overpowered all the sounds of the storm.