Hello, traveler! You've been a lot, seen a lot, and are very tired. This is my fire. Sit down and warm yourself up. Here's a bowl of drink made from the herbs that grow on that high mountain over there. There are no firsts and no lasts, everyone is equal in the face of eternity. A gentle breeze blows from the sea and the night birds sing for us. The sun has long set, and the world has become different. Everything that was dead during the day began to come to life and speak to your soul. Do you remember what you were like as a child, what did you dream about? It doesn't matter whether it came true or not. We still have time to stop and look inside ourselves. This is not a night for sleeping, this is a night for traveling. This is a journey on the wings of fantasy. This is a journey of the soul. So the shaman sat down on the skins by the fire and took her harp. With the first lingering sounds, the flame shot up, and a Phoenix and a Dragon flew out of it. They traced the Tai Chi fire sign in the sky with their wings and sat down next to the shaman. They will tell you their story, and the shaman's harp will help you understand their language.