SPIRITS OF THE STORM CLOUDS
- adthompson4
- Sep 26, 2021
- 1 min read
The bloody hands of the setting sun caresses the hot desert sands. The sky is a kaleidoscope of colours; mauve, orange and rose. Towering over the desert stands the Sacred Mountain, brooding and secretive. A cool evening breeze carries the whispers of long-gone chiefs and brave warriors. The desert sands begin to glow. Around the Shaman, the evening breeze turns to a roaring wind. Rainbows rise around him in fantastic hues of colour. Blue, green, yellow and pink swirl around him. The time has arrived to enter the spirit world. A half-breed falls in love with a white woman. Can their love surpass their differences, or are they doomed?
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