Imagine that you are in a landscape where your eyes are overwhelmed by the virgin beauty of the wild forest, the regular rythm of rivers cascading in the heart of a majestic valley, a realm of gigantic pine trees spreading their branches like thousands of arms embracing the blue sky. You are not dreaming. you stand in front of the young Earth, as she was at the dawn of humanity, at the north-eastern corner of the actual America. Today we call it the province of Quebec. But by these early ages, it was the Realm of the Pleiade's Daughters. A vast domain reaching the top of the world and still touched by the magic of the six feys. Here is a special place under the stars of the north. Many shamans and Dream Walkers know that land as their portals to reach other dimensions in a perfect serenity, since these portals are on the protection of the six. The six Pleiade's Daughters, the six feys left behind to secure this brave new world.
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It is one of these beautiful nights under the northern sky, where each spark of the stars may talk to the well connected eyes of the shaman. He is sat like a candle at the tip of a huge standing stone in the middle of a valley where, 13 billions years ago, two factions of warriors have met in a final combat. These creatures were the last of their kind. They were the first attempt of creation from the union of two Great Lovers. The shaman, named Cailla, knows the story of these Great Divine Beings and sings in an old forgoten language the chant of their act of passion…
« From the heart of the Virgin Lover Cybelia, grows a spark of attraction towards her companion, the Strider, messenger from the stars, Galaxios. He comes in like an ardent fire of desire with a tail of tormented essences, on a path of mist, known as the Sacred Bridge of Star Dust. He comes in armed with a leathal weapon known too by the Children of the Union as The Glowing Passion…Cybelia feel well what is at stake but can’t avoid the magnificent and attractive attributes of the Strider Galaxios. She has to open wide all her valleys where salted seas already flow from inner sources created by her own devoted expectation. »
The voice of the shaman Cailla is fulfiled with EMOTION, since all the chant is frequences of Energy in MOTION.
«The clash of both Lovers in each other becomes thunder of Light and Music, Fire and Winds, a sensual momentum through the glances of Lovers… from one side the eye of the Storm and from the other, the eye of the Galaxy. Intimately in Un-i-on the masses of energies explode in a Fountain of Passion, where no cave, nor crevice is left without a Seed of Love. »
Cailla opens wide his eyes towards the night sky and breath out a long and soothing sound, a snake like noise, in between clenched teeth. With the grace of a swan, the shaman stands up and backs up with his hands together at his chin. In a prayer mood he poses, with his eyes lowing down towards the roc where he was. Where he gave a piece of himself… where no crevice is left without a seed of Love.
Renatus, your chronicler of the Pleiade’s Daughters.
