All of the beauty and allure of of the festival has turned into a state of pure madness. It's a very good thing that no children are around, the youngest attendee being in their mid 20's, but seeing adults attacking other adults is definitely not good.

A young lady, no more than 21 years of age, is taking great pleasure in watching a woman, supposedly her mother, laying on the ground in pain. A satyr nearby is holding out a knife to the girl, happily smiling at the scene unfolding. Hazel's words cause them to both stop in their tracks, looking at the spirit of spring with confusion and anger.

"But what if we want to do this?"