For generations the Kachinas came through the portal and danced on the tillable land on certain nights of the year, making the arid ground yield lush and juicy crops that generously fed all The People. Then, one night, they danced, beckoning to The People to follow them back through the magical Opening. They were invited.
And they went - all of them - disappearing from the Earth overnight. Their cliff-side warrens left ringing with emptiness and silence.
Sometimes we see them - the Beautiful Ones - the Kachinas - dancing in our dreams - beckoning to us - filling our hearts with nameless yearning . . . and their irresistible drumbeats and rhythms . . .
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My original 3D art. One of the Underground Shamans. Style from Kerry (AKAMother2chicks).
In my Renderosity Gallery all my Shamans have stories. Click the link on my About page to be led to the thumbnails that lead to other worlds and their special Ones.