Hi there guys! There is a myth from the south of my land (done long time ago, back in 2007) from the Alacaluf tribe. I hope you like it ![:)]( ":) (Smile)")
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BTW Thanks to all the people that voted for me in IFX awards as Best Artist/Best cover. Thank you SO MUCH![:)]( ":) (Smile)")
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LET´S WIKIATTACK!!
For the aborigine living in the Western Patagonia sea channels, the nights are utterly without light, drowned in water, submerged in the menacing roar of the tempest; the alacaluf is protected but by the skins that cover his tent. His ally is the fire burning around him. He feels his life threatened.
Ayayema hides in the bog during the day. During the night he stalks the forest along the saltwater channels. He owns the terrible Northwest wind, the one that overturns the canoe. Ayayema makes the fire crackle and projects burning coal on the skin of the sleepers. He can also cause the fire in the hut to flare up to the roof and burn the shelter during the uneasy sleep of its inhabitants. Ayayema's persecution takes the form of accidents and disease and is personal and persistent. While everybody in the camp is asleep, Ayayema roams in the hut, from ground to roof, and takes posession of its inhabitants. When in his underground wanderings Ayayema discovers the camp, the rotten smell that surrounds him emanates from the ground and imposes his evil presence in dreams and in sickness. It is then necessary to remove the camp to a beach not yet haunted by Ayayema.
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PSCS/bamboo/2hours
BTW Thanks to all the people that voted for me in IFX awards as Best Artist/Best cover. Thank you SO MUCH
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LET´S WIKIATTACK!!
For the aborigine living in the Western Patagonia sea channels, the nights are utterly without light, drowned in water, submerged in the menacing roar of the tempest; the alacaluf is protected but by the skins that cover his tent. His ally is the fire burning around him. He feels his life threatened.
Ayayema hides in the bog during the day. During the night he stalks the forest along the saltwater channels. He owns the terrible Northwest wind, the one that overturns the canoe. Ayayema makes the fire crackle and projects burning coal on the skin of the sleepers. He can also cause the fire in the hut to flare up to the roof and burn the shelter during the uneasy sleep of its inhabitants. Ayayema's persecution takes the form of accidents and disease and is personal and persistent. While everybody in the camp is asleep, Ayayema roams in the hut, from ground to roof, and takes posession of its inhabitants. When in his underground wanderings Ayayema discovers the camp, the rotten smell that surrounds him emanates from the ground and imposes his evil presence in dreams and in sickness. It is then necessary to remove the camp to a beach not yet haunted by Ayayema.
