There is a place where only emptiness resides.
Kenoma is the void that stretches within time and names. Here, indeed, there is war between gods, borders between pantheons; every thunder and rain, feathered serpent and northern raven, spear and lotus, hammer and lightning—all the divine powers once sung by human mouths—clash in perpetual discord, like notes of a broken and endless melody. It is neither heaven nor fullness, but the noisy space where every prayer offered to them is lost in the echo, and in its dispersion reveals that they were always separate, fragmented into shadows of themselves. Kenoma is that instant when sacred voices clash in disharmony, and for a moment the entire cosmos forgets that it could ever have been one.
Enjoy!
Roberto García.
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