The unknown in the old world.
It was as if he never existed.
But the journey had began thousands of years prior.
And the earth had found the sea so that it could catch the oceans.
So the islands had become the beads which were leading to the other rock.
That’s how his ancestors had reached the center of the desert, .
And now the red was dripping from the black to moist the land after the wound.
And the sky had wept with the Southern Cross.
Things have changed for centuries on.
Only, he had not forgotten anything at all
Because the tradition had continued without interruption.
And the nature was his nature.
Because the colours were already over it from the begining.
As if he was carrying on his skin, the speckes of colour.
So when we started to put the earth on his face, he knew that there would be no return.
He was no longer just an idea alone, but a reality.
And the appeal would gain substanse for the past centuries also.
Not because he had a personal need, but because his people suffered.
And they had suffered more than they should.
He held on to the first trunk he had brought.
It was huge and magnificent .
He began to chisel it down to give it the form of the tradition
Each alteration was also an action.
The wood was acquiring a human memory.
So when it was opened and became through and through for the first time.
He smiled.
Then he lifted the trunk to let the sun rays pass through it.
And that is when the bicoloured sun appeared on the trunk of the tree,