Superimposed over the forest

Clamping her mouth tightly, Shabina massaged her twisted ankle; the elders had warned she’d get into a pickle. Countless numbers had aspired to recover the precious shamanic mask, only to have disappeared… like cousin Shabu. Suddenly, in a flash of red and yellow, Shabu appeared shimmering above her, as though magically superimposed over the forest … Continue reading Superimposed over the forest