Nature is oft amused by the efforts of men to build walls and burn away the forest. It speaks in a language so quietly that only the few hear its deep, harsh and beautiful wisdom. The Earth has its boundaries, lines of ancient magic across continents, made by beings before the birth of thought. A design cosmic, manifested into a sapphire globe amongst the stars. The tree marks a meeting place for the ones without voices. The elephant made of jade and granite, a serpent of embers and a girl of river waters with eyes of darkness. They sit in the tilted moonlight and draw in the wet earth, the stories that become lives across the river and beyond.

Perhaps it’s a dream, feverish of some food made strange or perhaps its something the place whispered to me.