Among the human race, prayers are of highly recommendation. In the sense that though there may be dissentients or protesters, however their overall sum heavily fall beneath a fraction of the entire human race.
Once by an esteemed guest stated: prayers are one of the most relevant torches of life, and further explained in a quote by the legendary Desert King that, "when the equator of reality reaches zenith and you happen to found yourself anywhere near its region, it is easy to think about what's real and what's natural, but have you asked yourself about what's unreal and unnatural or what possibly lay beyond?? Like a fleeting moment, uncertainty disappears into the further landscape before you inducing an unknown feeling within, which solidifies to bring you only trouble. When the once beautiful reality before you turns cold visage like an ailing man's face and your once vivid view at the landscape is replaced by what's called desertion, all you could hear is long despair echoes leaving you immobile, and if you're brave enough to take a step forward, the sight of desperate ghostly figures crouching very low on the ground would send shockwaves slamming you backwards. And this alone could make you swear never to live without prayers... Prayers are meant for who we call God, but if you're stubborn enough to define the otherwise, reality would brief you through the breathe of creation and creator; then I think you would understand something ".
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The Carmine Mountain Range rested very wide and rose exalted, to proximate 100 kilometers sky high. Moreover, it was massive and its entire structure was unreal. Like a cluster, half a dozen dome mountains folded into each other to make up the Carmine Mountain. As a result it had more than one summit, and the few dozen ones it had were rounded and undulating like sand dunes. Aside its unreal structure, nothing was odd or unusual about this mountain. In that sense, it's possible its creation is as a result of thrust faulting.
Myriad of onlookers would definitely find this mountain something terrifying especially with its crazy height and seemingly unending edges, but in reality what's more terrific lie somewhere adjoined to the mountain. A savant would know that without doubt, it's what the villagers of Yen Kwan village refer to as Mountain goddess.
A side of the Carmine Mountain protruded huge and wide, almost completely blocking off the dazzling blue rays of the moon. Beneath the given shade, a small but deep circular lake lay. This lake by dominance was named the Sacred Lake since the early establishment of Yen Kwan village. It had a very cold deep blue color, and quite often vapor rises from within the lake to settle on it. Only disappearing after a long time or times the sun was too hot. Without any research, it signifies that the lake had an extremely cold nature.
It is vivid if one get near it; rhythms of cold fluctuations heavily suspended within a given area around the lake, making it very challenging to get too close to it. And that's provoking because the pinky-mirror like fishes made numerous appearances because of their ensured safety; they feared no harm, when they were to be worried about their haunt.
Standing with his upper body bare and lower part wrapped in black smock, the village head gave the lake a silent and profound look, positioning himself away from the highly concentrated cold region to ensure safety. But is it true that safety was the reason why the village head wasn't standing very close to the Sacred Lake??
For a while he stood staring undistructed at the lake until his eyes seemed to be pierced by and invisible intent, did he bow his head down slowly, then immediately started by pouring down another wine, and continued in words,
"If we have fertile lands, then it's thanks to the earth goddess Asaase yaa and the water god Po. Together as one union, you have brought to us fertile lands of which we greatly benefit from and without denial that benefit has held us alive from infancy. Given that, we thank you. We hope you would go along to aid us like you have always been.. we are forever grateful, I and the entire villagers..."
The village head poured down another wine after pointing the calabash to the Sacred Lake. Afterwards he continued, "Sacred Lake, sacred god Po, sacred land, sacred Asaase Yaa, either we are in the right or we are in the wrong, I and the entire villagers, please Carry our message to our ancestors in the land where spiritually sculpts dunes, and like a complex reed, silence fall beyond sight, and at the horizon only a soft and thin free morning mist stretch endlessly in a distance weighing the whispers and echoes in the world like a mirage playing reality and every breathe seem to take one full cycle to be felt. Inform them that their subjects still remember them and really miss them. Due to the fact that their world have no exists they cannot come down to see us; since it has only entrances they should be assured, thus one day we would unit!"
Shortly after saying this, the village head strangely rose the calabash high in the sky and waited for a pause and breathe before bringing it back down and gulping all the wine left in as if it was water.
Mr. Owusu and Brother Sisire who all along seem to have being watching from the shadows finally came into the light with unemotional faces.
" There was bitterness in your tone..."
Said mr. Owusu, clearly in a tone of postulation, as if he already knew the answer.
The village head retreated the calabash and cleared his throat before saying, " was it??" In the same tone mr. Owusu called it bitterness.
" Are you so anxious about our failure over the past 3 decades? So you feel guilty to greet our ancestors??"
This time around it was Brother Sisire who spoke.
There was a heavy sigh from the village head and he looked discomforted with what Brother Sisire said. He tried to say something or do something to the other two who now had pale faces, but couldn't bring himself to it.
Instantly, like a magic imprint, an intense whitish-grey color shone behind the village head, and taking just a step, his figure vigorously traveled rather out of sight without any hindrance just like a shooting star, leaving behind mr. Owusu and brother Sisire with just a brisk whip of intense air.
"Ai, elder brother's mood has drastically taken alteration. And definitely it's linked to our failure to uphold our request" mr. Owusu began.. feeling discomforted
"Yes. But what do you suggest we do to calm him down??"
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At the region, where we all know to be left for community gathering amassed the villagers.
They wore vibrant and bright coloured thick yellow robes, lined with gold on the edges. It had a few colourful patterns that looked traditional. In addition, they wore brilliant leather made sandals that fought rigidly against the earth to maintain balance.
Within that region, majestic drums made by strong woods and thick bear skins resounded in every heart beat, colliding with the silence in the sky. Bold young men played the majestic drums, and the others danced; graceful, communicative dance performed to show appreciation and respect, characterized by intricate hand and feet movements.
While many danced and screamed to the rhythm of the beat, other young youths hid in the gaze of the shadow exchanging sweet talks. On normal days, such an act is like suicide. But on a festive eve like this, the hawkish eyes of grown ups or elders were naturally closed.
In the dancing crowd, one fine woman who had danced till she could feel herself nomore started to move strangely as the beat tensed. This wasn't anything unusual to be spotted, because it simply meant she was possessed and on occasions like this such incidents are likely to occur and therefore are equally treated normal.