Some 45,000 years ago, in the ancient Zlaty Kun mountains, there lived a legendary figure known as the Mountain Mother of All. Born in a time when the earth was lush with life and diversity, she possessed a profound connection to the world around her, shaped by the harsh beauty and wisdom of nature itself. She was as agile as the mountain goats, scaling peaks effortlessly, and moved through her world with the grace of a spider descending on a web. Every step she took was in harmony with her surroundings, her skills forged through a life spent in awe of nature's gifts and perils alike.
The Mountain Mother was born into a small, close-knit group of forest dwellers. Under the guidance of her grandmother, she learned the secrets of the earth - of herbs that healed, trees that provided protection, and the magic of fire brought forth from dried grasses to light the dark nights or warm their bones. Her strength, both physical and spiritual, was unmatched. Yet despite her power - enough to take life in an instant - her spirit was one of boundless compassion. She used her might and her wisdom not to harm but to protect and guide.
When her homeland began to suffer from the creeping threat of deforestation and exploitation by early civilizations, she led her people across perilous routes, over straits and through mountain passes, into hidden forests, hoping to escape the reach of a world enamored with power. But harsh landscapes and unfamiliar dangers claimed the lives of her family one by one, leaving her as the lone survivor, carrying with her all she had learned.
Her life became one of solitude, but travelers from distant lands soon began to hear of the Mountain Woman of Zlat? K??, whose compassion and wisdom ran as deep as the roots of the mountains themselves. Those who found her were drawn to her understanding of the world's fragility and her tales of lands once lush, now turned to desert. With each visitor, she shared not only the physical sustenance of seeds and dried fruits but also words of guidance: the danger of greed, the power of harmony, and the need to live in balance with the earth.
She warned of the hidden city nearby, a place filled with promises of power, yet built on the destruction of life. Many listened to her words, continuing east to places where her teachings would later be inscribed in the sacred Sanskrit texts. Others disregarded her wisdom, journeying westward into lands where the allure of control over the earth led to empires that would drain the land of life.
She spent her final days as a guardian of life, one whose every movement honored the balance she so fiercely protected. She had no children, yet she was a mother to all who heeded her teachings, guiding humanity in its most ancient days to choose paths of harmony and respect for the divine light within all beings.
Now, as humanity teeters on the verge of a sixth extinction, the cry for her wisdom grows louder. In the short span of less than 500 years, we have unraveled what took billions to create. We call upon the Zlaty Kun Mountain Mother to give us strength - not to follow the path of least resistance or cheapest gain, but to forge a way that honors all life. We pray for the courage to sacrifice for the greater good, to nurture the strength within ourselves to restore balance to this sacred web of existence. May her spirit guide us toward renewal, not destruction, and remind us of the interconnectedness we have long forsaken.