The Language of Pakung
The ancient language of trees, headhunting, and tattoo. The song of the sacreed leave when the ancestor of the world had just divided.
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The ancient language of trees, headhunting, and tattoo. The song of the sacreed leave when the ancestor of the world had just divided.
The whisper of old trees, when the moon still had her twins, when the great circle of the earth hadn't yet danced.
Hold the truth in your heart, keep your mouth silent. We are the weaver of history with the reverberation of the Grand Bell ....
I hereby guide this historical text to its final destination. Pirate, Gol D. Roger