Dayami: My blood is your ink

Sometimes a voice may not be what you expect, sometimes it is the voice that your imagination needs so that you understand what you really feel. The deity of the wind uses all the means at its disposal and knows how to use them with talent and magic.

“Do not blindly trust everything you perceive, recognize your human and weak humanity and above all remember: Nothing comes without leaving a teaching, learn to understand and intuit the signs”

The Messenger

By Ariadne Gallardo Figueroa

Let us remember the words of the alchemist in the first book of the series when he said:

 “There are deaths that are necessary” 

Being an energy, the Alchemist did not care to put his essence in the soul of any living being, of any historical epoch; I say it with total certainty and it was precisely for this reason that when Erandi arrived at the Temple she was received by her beloved who gave her a bundle of deer hides, cut, tanned and ready to write on them everything that Dayami would transmit to her and these were his words:

“There are deaths that are necessary dear Erandi, from now on Dayami is and will be the inspiration for your ink, let her guide your way to the light and reveal the mysteries of that place that we still do not know”

Erandi with a smile accepted with pleasure those instruments that would give life to a story that would be protected centuries later, that night they both loved each other with the greatest passion that can exist between two people who share body and soul and the fruit of their love would form the generational channel that would reach the dean Ana Pérez Riv, as we have already mentioned before. But it is important to say that oral tradition is not enough to be able to understand how to protect a millenary history, there are hidden forces that magic has and everyone who was possessed by its alchemy, managed to create that unique fabric where the clarity of understanding and the supremacy of freedom of knowledge established solid and powerful foundations.

Very close to the Southeast of what would now be the coast of Guerrero, is Painani suffering the exhausting fatigue of the journey. All caution for Painani, it was useless to sleep under the weather, covered her with bites of flies, her body burned from the abrasions of the sand that tanned her skin under the ember of the sun, which more than a deity resembled the worst of her martyrdoms, everything began to spin and she fell into the worst of heatstrokes in the middle of some unknown place for her.

That feverish dream became a dense and tragic nightmare, where she felt that she was flying and never tripped over any obstacle, she managed to cross the entire path without falling into an abyss, without getting lost in the mist or the full and deep darkness but suddenly she realized that she was returning to the original starting point without realizing it.

The surprise was so brutal that suddenly she awoke agitated and in a complete state of anxiety, with difficult breathing she looked around her, uncertainty embraced her soul and within herself, she heard a voice that told her:

“All extinction and death will always exist. to accompany every living being you know, your moment is here and now, fulfill your commitment, that task is your way ”

With the aching body and the soul in suspense, she got up, resolved before that message that had somehow reached her, It didn’t matter who broadcast it, it was there to be heard.

Sometimes a voice may not be what you expect, sometimes it is the voice that your imagination needs so that you understand what you really feel. The deity of the wind uses all the means at its disposal and knows how to use them with talent and magic.

Autor: Ariadne Gallardo Figueroa

Escribir es una de las actividades creativas más fascinantes que existe, indagar lo caminos de diferentes versiones, encontrar motivos para acrecentar el cauce de un relato y motivar a la lectura, es agradable para todo el que escribe

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