The Story of the Storyteller’s Attar: Chapter 6
We both looked over the table. 5 vials of oil laid. The man – waiting for them to rest. Time passed, and every moment felt…
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The Story of the Storyteller’s Attar: Chapter 5
His presence offered to take the ingredients and make me the blend. I reached onto the table and gently pushed my oils and resins to…
The Story of the Storyteller’s Attar: Chapter 4
The boy stirred in his sleep, and his peace highlighted my turmoil. I gently got up and began to walk around the jasmine field. I…
The Story of the Storyteller’s Attar: Chapter 3
The air smelled of sweet grasses and water plants, it smelled of the water, the biome, the river. As I walked my feet squished through…
The Story of the Storyteller’s Attar: Chapter 2
The rhythmic jostling caused me to turn around. It was a woman wrapped in a shemagh, an animal by her side carrying various equipment. She…
The Story of the Storyteller’s Attar: Chapter 1
Chapter 1 There were three men sitting in a circle tending to a flower. But they weren’t around it, they sat in line with it.…
The Story of the Storyteller’s Attar: Preface
I want to tell you the story of a boy… the boy who met a ladybug in the garden… You see, the boy stood back,…
The Story of The Storyteller’s Attar
कथानार सुगन्थ Born of parasites and tears. Only worn by those who know the cost of creation. Only given to those who deserve to manifest…