Rwayh-yawy-araqyh Guide

She left the valley of Rwayh-yawy-araqyh as the sun rose. Behind her, the gypsum crystals crumbled to dust. The arch of basalt fell. The winds no longer met there, because the winds were now inside her.

And the valley answered.

Yes, said the valley. But you will carry us with you. Not just the Araqyh. All three. You will become our voice. Our witness. Our walking geography. In return, we will grant you three gifts: memory without burden (Rwayh), emptiness without loss (Yawy), and will without cruelty (Araqyh). You will not age as others age. You will speak in three registers. And when you finally lie down to die, you will return to this valley and become its fourth wind. rwayh-yawy-araqyh

“I can teach you,” Samira said. “But you must give me something first.” She left the valley of Rwayh-yawy-araqyh as the sun rose