They are the ancestral spirits and the household guardians, the bridge between the history of the family and the potential of the future. They dwell in the carvings, the trees, and the very air of the village, acting as the primary mediators between the living and the higher gods. Do our ancestors ever truly leave us, or do they watch from the rafters to see if we still remember the songs they taught us? They are the memory of the blood, the silent witnesses to every birth, marriage, and death.
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