|Nicholas Roerich (see also my header image)|
Kin Tzeh. Fantasy Himalayas. Mountains and monasteries. The Roof of the World. High, clear lakes. Mountain dwarves with long spears and butter tea and ice crystals in their beards. Yetis. Prayer flags, prayer wheels. Yak-men. Impossibly ancient and wise dragons curled beneath pristine glaciers. Tiger-demons and eagle-spirits. Stupas. Salamanders. Mellified men. Shamanism. Sky-iron, sky-burials. Silk and bronze. Archery and martial arts. More valleys than you can visit in a life-time, and a new culture in every valley. Horses, mammoths, snow leopards. Mummies. Salt flats, blinding white in the glare of the unclouded sun, even more dazzling than the snowy slopes above them. Burial mounds and their inhabitants. Nomads. The king in his high-walled palace, his politicking ministers, the powerful monasteries and their silent succession struggles, the local warlords, the cave near the village, the creature in it, the tribute you pay to it. The spirits of the great mountains.