Two children on a small farm in northern Peru discover music and rituals that transform the way they feel the world. Soon, they will receive messages that defy reality and could change their destiny.
I read all four parts, and what stayed with me is how the world keeps whispering to the characters - offering fragments of a story they can never fully retrieve.
To me the whole narrative reads like an act of remembering, or at least remembering as far as one can. It begins with the world pecking at the protagonist to see what he’s made of, then revealing its own vulnerability and placing itself in his hands. Then comes the moment of trust - the recognition that the world could crush him in a second, but might choose not to. And finally, the acceptance of task and responsibility after the rooster’s third crow.
I hope he keeps holding that green stone tightly in his hand, and that you keep bringing forgotten stories back into the world.
Thank you for this. It’s a beautiful read of the four chapters.
Yes, eXis is exactly that for me: fragments we try to hold onto so we can exist a little more fully. I hope I have the strength to keep remembering, and to bring those forgotten pieces back. And if it does anything at all, I hope it helps you remember too.
You’ve caught the ritual and spirituality of small farms, the momentum of discovery in youth, the layers of culture and generations: all with dazzling specificity; bare, vital dialog; wicked woken verbs. Flows with inevitability to resolution, from vibrant lives to the vibration of stones.👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼
It's not often that I don't remember to breathe when reading.
Thank you. I’ll take that as the highest compliment. 🌿☀️
I read all four parts, and what stayed with me is how the world keeps whispering to the characters - offering fragments of a story they can never fully retrieve.
To me the whole narrative reads like an act of remembering, or at least remembering as far as one can. It begins with the world pecking at the protagonist to see what he’s made of, then revealing its own vulnerability and placing itself in his hands. Then comes the moment of trust - the recognition that the world could crush him in a second, but might choose not to. And finally, the acceptance of task and responsibility after the rooster’s third crow.
I hope he keeps holding that green stone tightly in his hand, and that you keep bringing forgotten stories back into the world.
Thank you for this. It’s a beautiful read of the four chapters.
Yes, eXis is exactly that for me: fragments we try to hold onto so we can exist a little more fully. I hope I have the strength to keep remembering, and to bring those forgotten pieces back. And if it does anything at all, I hope it helps you remember too.
Just Amazing. Keep writing 💫
Thank you 🙏
this is so interesting
Thank You 🙌
You’ve caught the ritual and spirituality of small farms, the momentum of discovery in youth, the layers of culture and generations: all with dazzling specificity; bare, vital dialog; wicked woken verbs. Flows with inevitability to resolution, from vibrant lives to the vibration of stones.👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼
Thank You 🙌