The pressure mounts. It builds like the lava in a dormant volcano. Ashes turn to red hot liquid as the fire rumbles inside the crater. Years of peace are but a blanket of deception. The liquid begins to churn and takes on a life of its own. It looks like a piece of hell...bright orange and fiery red. The temperature rises. The lava begins to bubble and the villagers are alert now. They know how to read the signs. The lava begins to dance. It swirls around the edges of the crater, dancing to an unheard melody. It slowly begins to rise. Higher and higher. But inside of destroying the village it turns on itself, contains itself. For the greater good it collapses and begins to solidify. The villagers breathe a sigh of relief. Their goddess has heard their prayers. Tears of relief flow down the chief's face as he orders his people to unpack their belongings