Gods Legends

A child's room looked similar after a long day. Building blocks were scattered everywhere. Books were tucked under a blanket. A pen rolled somewhere it was guaranteed to disappear later. Peace and quiet were hard to come by, even if the body was tired, because the mind was looking everywhere at once.

In the Andes, there are nights that seem as if someone has quietly rearranged the world. The wind knows its paths, sounds stay closer to the ground, and even dogs don't bark out of habit, but only when truly necessary.