myth

a kaleidoscopic land of colours and flavours, where the wind gently caresses the sea, and the sun warms minds and hearts, piercing eyes with its darts of light.

Air that twirls free and sneaks into wandering spirits, carrying pollen of love, where joy sprouts. Air made of salt and volcanic sand, ancestral like the ancient eyes of those who know the world.

Fire that blazes from the inside, enclosed in its slow and tumultuous magma. Fire of the spirit, of hard and strong and gentle people, warming the starry nights and igniting with passion the flesh and blood.

Infinite water, colourfully clear, gently caressing the deepest thoughts and dragging them to where the sirens sing. Water that moves persuasively and dances barefoot, wild and impertinent like a charmer of souls.

Here I was born and have never died, a timeless place where a council of gods decided to establish its empire. I crossed a perfumed and barren valley, I set out on my way in search of horizons to explore. And here I saw. I saw my home, my land, my people. I saw the sea fade into the sky and I decided. Here I would live, in the Valley of Gods.

i am goddess

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