A contribution by Holly35

You usher your llamas into the hills, finding many apacheta along the way. Your flock munches on the bright green leaves and freshly-bedewed grass as you glance up at the warm light of Inti and pray aloud, putting one more stone atop the nearest cairn.

A mild breeze sifts through your hair and carries your voice away to the Sacred Valley among the clouds, in the sanctuary of the hills' spirits, Machu Picchu. You do not hear so much as feel the spirits speak back to you in musical winds across the steppes. And whisper to you the secrets of Pachamama.

The herd is quite occupied as they graze and rest amongst the cool dense earth, so you sit on a nearby boulder, watching the great condors soar and the waters flow. And listen to the birds in the trees and the neck bells of your llamas... you feel at peace. Almost as though She was watching you. You linger in Her presence even when you hear the roll of thunder; life is beautiful and prosperous.

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