...Shaman of the moon... Part II

...Shaman of the moon... Part II

So shaman drank the stars, and slowly stroke the Time, passing by, and he could never grow old. Instead, he would become only younger. His past life was long lost, and so his conscious mind. Driven to insanity, the shaman accepted a wild call of the moon  and forever vanished in the darkened woods. Sometimes you can meet this long forgotten shaman, almost dissolved in the air he stands among the trees. Only in the nightime. Only in the darkest woods. Only on the fullmoon, when his power is strongest...*

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* Original story and design by Teaseage Clothing. This is the second and the last part of the story "Shaman of the moon".

...Shaman of the moon... Part I

...Shaman of the moon... Part I 

Once upon a time... Ancient shaman lived, in darkened, spooky woods. Old as the hills, all by himself. He did not know the meaning of his existance here in this world, -  his dreams were heavier than himself. The only object, that never left shaman through all these ages, was the moon. Even greatest woods grew old and dissapeared in ashes, but not the moon, the king of the allmighty sky. Shaman opens his eyes for the first time in a few years. The moon was calling his name again: Rise, my human brother, rise, climb those trees, reach out for the sky, filled with white magic. Drink the stars, slowly stroke the body of Time, passing by.*