The big River flows her pure and generous waters toward the sea... bearing on her back, sometime, few canoes made from the very skin of trees. They slide over the surface, watched by the silence in the early mist.
Here is the routine of a day stretching in the genesis of humanity.
Here, the time has no meaning since human kind is not disconnected from the Source, from the Magic still virgin and free of heavy rituals...
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 Dauhters, the six feys left behind to secure this brave new world.
To be continued...in a new collection: Chronicles of the Pleiade's Daughters
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