DISCLAIMER: My writings are usually written in Spanish, so this is my attempt to share them to you in English. Enjoy :)
It is said that the spirit of the wind blew and blew for many moons. Dancing
lonely in a distant desert that only he knew. Watching the sun fall on the last line of the horizon and experiencing every second of the blue sky
turning into a dark dome full of galactic fireflies.
This spirit had been traveling through the universe for many lives and at
each stop he took with him a cosmic memory that decorated his identity.
Free and wandering, the spirit fell in love with that vast desert and
remained there longer than he had dwelled anywhere else.
He felt the freedom of running without limits as well as a devout fascination
with those tiny, bright yellow particles that levitated and accompanied him
to fly. When he danced, they also rose up in an uproar and formed beautiful
whirlwinds, curves and filled the space, blurring the horizon with intense
turbulence. After the great climax they calmly descended, forming mounds
and when they settled on the ground, they allowed him to touch their
surface, making exquisite drawings of great precision and geometry. The
spirit of the wind was in love with seeing how his invisibility became tangible
in this beautiful place.