Deep in the forest of Ocean State. Where ancient trees whispered secrets of the winds and laid the sacred shine of the ocean, the Yoruba goddess of the river.
The entrance to the shrine was marked by a towering gate, its wooden frame scarred by cymbals and so many signs everywhere that were pointing.
To a shrine or a Princess, the gate was more than just an entrance, it was a threshold between the Malta world and the realm of the divine. She has served the ocean all her life, guiding Pilgrim, interpreting dreams, and protecting the sacred group from harm.
Whose name is Shifari, Bio has set his sights on the land, seeking to be the luxury resort that will disrupt the delicate balance of the forest he had offered to the woman who is the prophetess of. Forests, I mean, the custodian has a fortune to relocate the shrine, but she has refused, knowing that the spirit of the ocean could not be bought or sold. One morning, this woman woke up to find the shrine gate defaced with a lot of graffiti and crude graffiti. Insulting the crowd across the sacred cabins, our hearts sang.
