Light in the primaeval forest was a space, in which the particles of events met together and got entangled to keep growing into the new forms of experience.
The girl stepped on the velvety leaves growing near the ground, caressing her feet, slipping into the sandals. The trees bid good-bye to the golden-haired warrior.
Stones, sand, sea, rocks and flowers; all possible worlds remember our presence, even when we forget.
Where was Rina heading for? ‘It doesn’t matter if places I pass by have their names – thought the warrior – The most important is that I don’t become motionless, but on the contrary I follow the movement of the earth. This movement is my life and passion.’
It seemed unusual, but the path Rina wandered through started to wriggle like a body of a snake; indeed it was a body of the snake; deeply down, under the cover of leaves; the long and twisted reptile rested digesting its prey. It liked the sound of Rina’s feet and their touch. The snake waited for the warrior to look at her eyes.
It’s important to mention that the snake had a name: “The Blue Passage” since thanks to him the world of the jaguars was reachable to an ordinary wanderer. If a traveler gained the approval of the snake; it carried him on its tongue over the ocean of events and left on the other side of the world. When Rina got to the eyes of the snake, noticed that the path under her feet kept moving and then she realized that she was stepping on something unknown and alive.
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