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Artwork: AXIS MUNDI = Dima Rabik & Ventral Is Golden
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On a colorful tapestry woven from many pieces: emerald mountains, valleys, foggy ridges, and underground labyrinths a tribe of Viet, creating a terrace beyond the terrace, rising closer to heaven, cultivated rice...Every day they worked from dawn to dusk, filling the space with their voices, thoughts, strength...
Years passed the rich grew, viets became lazier and lazier, and then completely ceased cultivating the land and caring for rice, instead immensely absorbed sake...And so, in one evening, they blinded rice cake and started shooting at it from a bow...The soul enclosed in rice could not bear the terrible insult, and, turning into a white bird Au-Ko, flew away, taking with it its former productivity fields...The peasants became poorer, the famine began in the village and they left all their worldly accumulations, gathered their seals and set off to look for new lands for the fields...
The sun has almost hidden behind the horizon, leaving behind the experience of the day and in the meantime, two travelers, eager for self-knowledge, for several hours, juggling their feet, moving from one hill to another, were approaching an abandoned village...Noticeably tired of such adventures, these two were almost ready to simply lie down somewhere, make a fire and tell some spiritual tales... But, as soon as such states began to creep up and sit on their shoulders, slowing them down, a radiant burst of lights and subsequently followed by a rhythmic rustle, made them reconsider their plans...
Carefully, without making any noise, they crept up to the edge of one of the terraces and their mouths opened by themselves: with the arrival of night, from different parts of the valley to our rice field, as if attracted by an invisible magnet from all sides, natural elementals, animals and insects are began to fly, run, teleport...Radiance filled the air with many sounds levitating in space, intertwined in bizarre combinations playing with each other...The flow of energy began to be structured into the tangible form of a huge white bird sitting on the highest tier...It was Au-Ko...
Nothing could hide from the sight of the Soul of rice - she called these two wanderers...Not daring to resist this force, in some kind of unconscious mode they crawled out of their shelter...All life forms parted, letting them into the center of the field...The soul said:
- I see that your hearts and thoughts are pure, and your bodies are tired of long wanderings, so now it will be your new home, appreciate nature, cultivate rice and you will be happy...
Having said that, she flung her wings and flew away and all the abundance of creatures disappeared, leaving the two who found their home alone with this impression, about which they made up the legend, which became the new chapter of Amateur Exotic mixtales!
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