Stream Sower

When rain had faded away and mist was the only trace od water,when landscapes turned pale and life scaped to the edges of the sea, everything turned in to silence. Green meadow and the fragance of new borns were a memory of the past, a dream frozen in time.

When hope was just a word and rivers were a sketch of memory on the dry soil, empowered creatures came from the soul of an ancient earth, erupting endless water streams as they stepped in between mountains, plains and cliffs. Lands worshipped every drop and turned exuberant ones more...

These were mother of all creatures, guardians of silence, mystery, knowledge, creativity, intuition, independence, patience, determination. They also carried the unique beauty and power of thunder. Felines were the messengers of life.