{"id":3209,"date":"2025-11-16T00:54:07","date_gmt":"2025-11-15T21:54:07","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/terradisimana.com\/simanas-diaries-6-memories\/"},"modified":"2025-11-16T00:54:07","modified_gmt":"2025-11-15T21:54:07","slug":"simanas-diaries-6-memories","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/terradisimana.com\/en\/simanas-diaries-6-memories\/","title":{"rendered":"Simana\u2019s Diaries -6- Memories"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Simana slipped through the entrance of the tent after sipping her morning tea.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

Her <\/p>\n

steps were light, but the years accumulated in her bones now weighed heavier than the silence.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

The <\/p>\n

tent wasn\u2019t exactly dark, but no light entered directly.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

The <\/p>\n

felt walls had darkened over time, transforming the daylight into a golden melancholy.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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In the center stood a fire pit, now extinguished. It was covered in ash, yet it still carried a warm silence, as if it had been breathing just the night before.<\/p>\n

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The <\/p>\n

stones around it were surrounded by fox fur. Though some of the fur was worn, some was still as bright as the fire itself.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

A drum hung in one corner <\/p>\n

of the wall. This object, which looked like an ordinary drum, transformed into a gateway for spirits in the hands of a shaman through its vibrations.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

Stretched over a <\/p>\n

deer hide, symbols representing the layers of the sky were carved into its rim: nine rings, an eye, a broken feather.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Next to it hung the drumstick, wrapped in horsehair; that drumstick was never set down.<\/p>\n

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Simana knelt down. She looked at the old shaman\u2019s robe standing in a corner\u2014the robe sewn from deer hide, its edges inlaid with animal bones, with fox fur hanging from its shoulders.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

She rarely wore it <\/p>\n

anymore, but its very presence there was like a silent memento bearing witness to Simana\u2019s existence.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

In another <\/p>\n

corner, dried herbs were arranged in a row: yellow flowers, black thyme, rock moss\u2026 and, of course, beech bark. She took a pinch and tossed it into the fire.<\/p>\n

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The <\/p>\n

smoke rose in a thin line. Perhaps there was no wind on the steppe, but the inside of the tent suddenly began to stir.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Then he placed some dried meat on a wooden plate, along with some pine nuts. He began to eat quietly, accompanied by a piece of sour bread.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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But it wasn\u2019t the morsels swirling in his mouth that satisfied him\u2014it was the memories swirling in his mind.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

He sat in silence for <\/p>\n

a while…<\/p>\n

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His <\/p>\n

hand reached for the wooden fox necklace. Without lifting his head, he murmured:<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

\u201cThe <\/p>\n

time is drawing near; the journey is close.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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And the road isn\u2019t long anymore…<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Because within me lie skies I have walked through.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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And when everything falls silent, all that remains is pure reality.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Then he took his stone cup filled with spiced milk and sat down across from the fire.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

As the <\/p>\n

smoke rose, time bent, and the sky receded.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Simana closed her eyes… She returned to her seventeen-year-old self. To that blessed day in the forest when she first encountered the Golden Fox…<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

\u00a0<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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