“The moon was high in the sky and the night was alive with the sound of crickets and the gentle rustling of the leaves in the breeze. The storyteller sat on a small stage surrounded by a group of people who had gathered to listen to his tails. He began to speak his voice soothing and hypnotic. He told the story of a God who lived in a realm of pure light, a place where time and space didn’t exist. The God’s mind was vast and all knowing, and he used his power to create stories that could change the very fabric of reality. As the Storyteller spoke the listeners found themselves transported to this magical realm, their minds expanded by the wonders they were hearing. They began to believe in the power of the God’s stories and in the magic that lay within their own minds. The storyteller’s words became more and more psychedelic, as he delves deeper into the tail. And listeners found themselves on a journey through the cosmos their minds and hearts open to new possibilities. As the night were on the storyteller’s words filled the listeners with a sense of awe and wonder, and they knew that they had been changed forever by the power of his storytelling. And as the moon set and the dawn broke they left the storyteller stage feeling more alive and connected to the world around them than ever before.”
“The storytellers became more and more psychedelic.”
