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[[Mira: The Spirit of the Sea]]
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On the shore of that ancient coastal town
The girl sat with her grandfather
Sipping tea
Scented with captivating herbs
As if recounting tales of enduring civilizations
The grandfather began narrating to his granddaughter stories of [[the mountains]], and the saints, those who earnestly sought the depths of wisdom.
He told her of the caravans of nomads
How they carried with them folklore and myths
[[A land of secrets]]
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After sips of tea, the girl rose and walked the shore
Contemplating her grandfather's words about those who confronted life to unite with the greater truth
An ancient heritage and a beautiful dream
When under the crystal waves shimmered
An enormous orange shellfish, unlike any she had seen before
She gently picked it up, gazing at it with wondrous eyes, placing it to her ear to hear its strange whispers
Then blew into it, producing a haunting sound, a spellbinding call
Beckoning her to a new adventure, [[to explore another reality]]<!-- Fifth Passage -->
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On the shores of those boundless seas
Appeared to the dreaming girl, a dreaming boy
Riding upon a paper boat
Also seeking life's mystery and secret
They stared into each other's eyes
The same spark
Kindred free spirits arrived from behind the veil of the unknown
So together they decided to venture forth and sail away
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On their voyage across the vast waters
They traveled through time as the boy revealed the tribe's history to her
She saw her ancestors, a bloodline of history
She saw fiery knights like blazing horses
Children racing across boundless meadows
And women addressing the serene night, singing:
"The moon, how it glows like sunlit frankincense."
But the tribe knew both [[joys and sorrows!]]
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The girl witnessed profound hardships
That came to their fertile land
From ravenous nations
The interwoven fabric of time
Shared with the girl the tribe's history
And its stirring tales
[[In the end...]]
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The boy took the girl's hand
"Who are you?" she asked
"I am the spirit of the sea,
the inner secret of this tribe.
I am the ink
I am the lines
I am the shadow
I am the light".
He took her hands
Into her palms
"The ancestors' covenant I pass to you - fragrance, rose, robe and ink
Embody it with pride"
[[And on the distant horizon...]]
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The boat faded away
The boy's shadow disappeared
The girl returned to the shore
Noticing
How sunny this day is
How sunny is her heart!
Her grandfather waved to her
She looked around
Fascinated by the sea
By her heritage and beauty
She decided to become sacred, and a storyteller of ancestory..!
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Those seven turbulent and silent seas
Hide mysterious secrets
Ancient tales perhaps
[[Or mythical creatures...]]
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Look up, and attentionally gaze upon the huge sleeping rock right there. See, if you could just clearly see and observe that small mountain, you'd be capable of having a stare through time and space. That small mountain is Gibraltar, it stands in the middle of the sea telling stories of history. Gibraltar is not a simple mountain; it is a legend, a place where a girl called "Mira" can catch the crystal existance with her mere hands.
[[A land of secrets]]