the cursed sons of deathly lands [tom riddle]

introduction to the mythology

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"a not admitting of the wound
until it grew so wide
that all my life had entered it
and there were troughs beside. [...]"

Fr1188 - Emily Dickinson.

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this story may contain majority of guarani mythology, mentions of rape, gore, religious themes, ancient indigenous magic, sexual abuse, murder, curses, cannibalism / anthropophagy, mature scenes, violence and death.

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THE ORIGIN OF THE UNIVERSE AND THE GUARANI RACE AS TUPÃ'S DOING (HIGHEST GOD)

the beginning of the cursed lineage

L K Y

ÑANDE YPYKUERA
"Our ancestors"

From an above perspective, trailing paths on the clouds, the dawning breeze falling asleep on top of the vast woodland at the beginning of the sky-highed hill in Aguaré was, without doubt, a performance worthy of it all.

Although, trespassing the fact that everything is a nothing and, nothing is a kept, when you are nowhere near from being an aimless entity.
Hanging effortlessly, glancing from as far afield.

Was there ever a sorrow that took over his serene soul or the tale keeps changing as it remains jumping from mouth to mouth?

Nothing was ever written down, as the melody as a whole was focused precisely in the spoken mothertongue.

And considering the fate that was tangled within their strings, any subtle sign of pity or charm was essential in their current state.
Loneliness formed a prominent part, surrounding the decisions of the being.

Nevertheless, the deity called out for his dearest, Tupã (1) made sure to praise her as how it was supposed to, worthy of Arasy (2), mother of the sky, acquiring and owning the white shining moon, tenuously, floating, drifting at space.

A warmth embraced the earth, vaguely making presence, unleashing from its
distinguished waters, accelerated and agitated, they made their way through the land, with the sound of a distant thunder, the announcement of the approach of a storm, hidden, in an eerie sound that can make shiver the last feather of a bird's plumage.

Lightings dancing in the dark sky, rumbling with its shines, causing chaos in the nature resources. Warning something that might tremble and excite more than one, travelling along its entire length to have a final look of their grounds before the last definitive setting.

Grouped figures dressing up as clouds, dispersing and returning to their original places until there wasn't doubts of what was ahead anymore. The sky opened, letting pass shining rays of hope, and, as if a broken necklace's pearls was about, hailstones started falling agressively on the face of the earth. They were, elements, a munificent gest, provided by a greathearted soul.

As the night took his place, luminary spheres daring to come out on the bright yet gloom view, raindrops that warned their coming, finally allowing themselves to hit grounds, at a steady pace at first, then, becoming a giant mass of water who falled in a unstoppable torrent. What a mesmerizing scene to look at.

There, at the hill, the heaven gifted strech of liquid wasted no time, hoarding everything in its path.
With the sun raising gaining closeness, once again, the sky cleaned his perspective, the land's surface appearing unsoiled.