The mountains are as tall as the Himalayas and valleys as aerodynamic as a windtunnel. From the pink mist to the pink snow and skies there are creatures unknown lurking. The hidden secrets of the himalayas even the nearby villagers do not know about. There was folklore and dances made about the beautiful Kinnara who watches over the sky. The old see him as a bird and the young believe in him in all his magic. All you would see at night in the skyline of the Himalayas was the glowing eyes and rustling of trees and snow. Nothing more nothing less. Down the Himalayas in the safety net of the valley and ponds where electric lighting bugs glitter and light up the city is the valley nation of Laghari peoples. In all the pieces of mystery there were only the great explorers of the night who believed. The fearless women, and the imaginative girls. The ones who were not shocked by the randomist of sight or grotesque animalian lifeform. Like a mother they are the ones to protect and as such they did. This is a story of motherhood, a story of freedom. And a story of identity after motherhood. Lakshmini on one humid day was preparing for the birth of her first child; she was bedridden her last week of pregnancy. Carrying her child Hamro. Her town was in the middle of the beginning of a 100 year long war. They were all unaware of this and at one point had lived a life of peace. Tensions occuring and all Laksmini could care about is the birth of her child. Laksmini is struggling. Her heart rate is increasing, she is sweating puddles. And she is slowly dying. She thought about the life she had. She saw her mother hold her hand and that was all it faded to black. Her heart rate slows down and she is feeling more awake. She is surrounded by blue moonlight. So bright but comforting.The air is crisp. The clearest she had ever tasted since living in her air polluted village. She wakes up and hears the clicking and clamping of a bird. The song is strong and loud and it feels so peaceful. She says where am I? She looks to her left, there is a bright pink light. The light is soft and bright. She realizes it is a cliff with the pink showing through. She slides away from the cliff because she is fearful of heights. The chirping front of the bird becomes louder. She is greeted by a large humanoid creature. She believes this is the creature she has only heard folklore of. The chakora song is one they would sing growing up. It sounded so close. The chakora bird came up to her. And in the bird song sang telling her the story of the valley. I come to here at twilight To tell you the song of my family We are the ancient birds who protect the ones who lay under moonlight Who has come to see me? Laksmini answers in awe, “It's me Laksmini, I have seemed to just pop up here, wow you are so beautiful I have never seen anyone like you.” Chakora replies back: A horrible plight amongst us follows you are stuck between the limbo of the real and the illusion. I will send you on your way to find your truth. Follow me. Chakora leads out her hand and laksmini holds on to be lifted. He watches as Chakora hops like a small bird through the forest, only stepping where the beams of moonlight lay. Chakra says” I cannot fly for that is the fault of the Chakora bird, So I will take you to the grand Kinnara, you will have to collect plants and mushrooms to offer to the Kinnara or else he will decline, he desires the rarest blue flower only found in the himalaya.” She spends the night singing her brd song as they forage for plants and mushrooms to gain strength. The blue flower keeps an eye out for searching near and far. She travels amongst the moss filled forest to find the flower. Chakora keeps hopping through the moonlight, she says we are closer to where they are found just keep looking. Reflection: I believe I should receive an A for this assignment because I thoroughly played the game with my classmates, we were able to get through till the fall season in the game. We took extensive notes and also created a very visually appealing and functioning board. The stories of the mountains we created allow me to explore and create a universe with mythological creatures and the village people. I really had a lot of fun being able to explore such a fantastical side of this game.
Down the Himalayas in the safety net of the valley and ponds where electric lighting bugs glitter and light up the city is the valley nation of Laghari peoples. In all the pieces of mystery there were only the great explorers of the night who believed. The fearless women, and the imaginative girls. The ones who were not shocked by the randomist of sight or grotesque animalian lifeform. Like a mother they are the ones to protect and as such they did. This is a story of motherhood, a story of freedom. And a story of identity after motherhood.
Lakshmini on one humid day was preparing for the birth of her first child; she was bedridden her last week of pregnancy. Carrying her child Hamro. Her town was in the middle of the beginning of a 100 year long war. They were all unaware of this and at one point had lived a life of peace.
Tensions occuring and all Laksmini could care about is the birth of her child. Laksmini is struggling. Her heart rate is increasing, she is sweating puddles. And she is slowly dying. She thought about the life she had. She saw her mother hold her hand and that was all it faded to black.
Her heart rate slows down and she is feeling more awake. She is surrounded by blue moonlight. So bright but comforting.The air is crisp. The clearest she had ever tasted since living in her air polluted village. She wakes up and hears the clicking and clamping of a bird. The song is strong and loud and it feels so peaceful. She says where am I? She looks to her left, there is a bright pink light. The light is soft and bright. She realizes it is a cliff with the pink showing through. She slides away from the cliff because she is fearful of heights.
I come to here at twilight To tell you the song of my family We are the ancient birds who protect the ones who lay under moonlight Who has come to see me?
The chirping front of the bird becomes louder. She is greeted by a large humanoid creature. She believes this is the creature she has only heard folklore of. The chakora song is one they would sing growing up. It sounded so close. The chakora bird came up to her. And in the bird song sang telling her the story of the valley.
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