Post by account_disabled on Dec 17, 2023 4:26:22 GMT
He walked on the silt ground under a sun that gave him no respite. The river was still far away and on that desert land there was nothing that could provide him with some shade. When, three hours later, he saw the canyon open a deep wound on the parched earth and the water flow like blood under the dark red sky of that day at sunset, he fell exhausted and in disbelief onto the rock. He got up, with difficulty. He staggered to the ledge overlooking the river and looked down. They were dressed in raw skin and had strange symbols engraved on their mud-covered bodies and around their necks they wore necklaces of dried and blackened human parts.
They sailed bratto on small boats that flowed on the current of the river and in each of them a kind of priest swung a terracotta thurible from which thick, yellowish smoke was released. When they got closer, the man Phone Number Data looked at those unfamiliar faces. His forehead was wide and lipped and from those unusual lips a veiled eye peeked out that was never still, as if in the throes of a sort of convulsions. The boats were made of rough wooden planks freshly cut from trunks, mounted on a structure of debarked poles on which some basic caulking had been carried out caulking to ensure its waterproofness.
The shape could not be traced back to any primitive population on earth and man wondered where those people with three eyes and mysterious scarified marks on their skin came from. Scotano bushes grew in profusion close to the shore and the boats headed towards them. Hordes of demonic savages disembarked with shouts of jubilation, as if they had been waiting for years for the end of an exhausting journey. Then the man saw the woman.She stood still and silent on the shore, her head covered by a swamp-colored veil, her long, tight dress enveloping a proportionate body and inviting, her long, black, braided hair from which hung little white bones and shells and other objects the man didn't recognize. Around her neck was a long necklace with an oval-shaped bufonite rock.
They sailed bratto on small boats that flowed on the current of the river and in each of them a kind of priest swung a terracotta thurible from which thick, yellowish smoke was released. When they got closer, the man Phone Number Data looked at those unfamiliar faces. His forehead was wide and lipped and from those unusual lips a veiled eye peeked out that was never still, as if in the throes of a sort of convulsions. The boats were made of rough wooden planks freshly cut from trunks, mounted on a structure of debarked poles on which some basic caulking had been carried out caulking to ensure its waterproofness.
The shape could not be traced back to any primitive population on earth and man wondered where those people with three eyes and mysterious scarified marks on their skin came from. Scotano bushes grew in profusion close to the shore and the boats headed towards them. Hordes of demonic savages disembarked with shouts of jubilation, as if they had been waiting for years for the end of an exhausting journey. Then the man saw the woman.She stood still and silent on the shore, her head covered by a swamp-colored veil, her long, tight dress enveloping a proportionate body and inviting, her long, black, braided hair from which hung little white bones and shells and other objects the man didn't recognize. Around her neck was a long necklace with an oval-shaped bufonite rock.