The Sun Is Watching

The sun, a radiant beacon in the sky, shines bright with warmth and light. It's gentle rays nourish the earth, bringing life to all that grows. A symbol of hope and renewal, the sun's presence reminds us of the beauty and wonder that surrounds us.

"May her light guide us and fill our heart with joy and warmth."
The people of Terravererd would always pray.

Terravererd, the home of mother nature as they always put. It was a large village with a wide population that had been in existence for decades.

The village was crafted from natural materials, with curved wooden beams, earthly stone walls, and roofs adorned with living greeny. Soft,  golden light spilled from Windows, casting a warm glow on the winding paths and gardens bursting with wild flowers.

Trees, revered as sacred guardians stood tall through out the village, their branches a weaving  canopy above. Crystal clear streams sourced from acient springs, flowed gently through the village, providing sustenance and serenity.

In Terravererd, they believed in a concept of reciprocity, taking what is needed, and giving back in return. They harvested crops in a sustainable way, ensuring the soil's fertility and plant continued growth, and thesame method was also applied to the animals.

The villagers also  believe in the importance of asking  permission from nature before taking. They perform rituals and offer prayers to the land, plants, and animals, seeking consent and expressing gratitude.

As the seasons changed, the village adapted, embracing the cycles of life. In spring, the village celebrated the awakening of the earth; in summer, they honoured the vibrant growth; in autumn, the gave thanks for the harvest; and in winter, they cozy up by fire sides, sharing stories of the land's secrets.

The villagers daily lives are infused with spiritual practices that honour the land. They began each day with a sunrise ceremony, greeting the dawn with songs and prayers. They made offerings of seeds, water and honey to the earth, asking for blessings and guidance. They celebrated the full moon with feasts and dances, honouring the mystical power of the lunar cycle.

Their houses was a cozy, small house, with a thatched roof often made of local stone, wood or mud.
A grand temple, crafted from living trees and crystal, stood at the village's heart, dedicated to the worship of Mother Nature. Inside, a stunning statue of the earth goddess Terra, presided over the sacred space. The villagers gather regularly to perform rituals, sing hymns and make offerings to Terra, seeking harmony with the natural world.

Since Terravererd existence, there was no record of natural disasters occuring. That was one of the signs that Mother Nature was truly with them. Of course every village had a leader; Chief Lugard Patriarch. At 120 years old, his presence exuded wisdom, kindness and a deep connection to the earth.

That morning, the entire people of Terravererd were gathered together in front of the sacred  mount Aethoria. It's height from base to summit was 12,456 feet. Mount Aethoria's snow capped peak pierced the sky, it's rugged slopes cloaked in lush forests, and it's base shrouded in mists.

The air was crisp and clean that morning, filled with the sweet scent of blooming flora and the gentle hum of insects. The multitudes gathered were up to a million approximately,  men women and children together.

The  were always on their usual loose-fitting, earth-toned tunic made of natural fibers.

This specific day that the people of Terravered were gathered together was for the celebration of life. Chief Lugard was passing out that day.
"He was going to meet with Mother Nature and his forefathers." The people of Terravered would put.

One of the cultures the people of Terravered practiced was to propell death. That word was always used in place of suicide. One of the things Mother Nature blessed the people of Terravered with was long life, it had been that way since the existence of their forefathers.