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mexico : scorpion kiss & rebirth

In a land where the sun touches bone and memory, you arrive.

Unarmored. Faces you’ve never met feel known.

Everything echoes.

In Lak’ech is a mirror. You see yourself in every stranger, in every painted alebrije, in the stillness between mezcal sips. Cactus spines, warm oceans, stone beads, and bold, unique flavors invite you to meet yourself as you are. To witness your own creative expression. To say yes to your shadows, your colors, your longing. And in that yes, you realize we’re not so different. We carry the same ancient essence, dressed in different skin.Even across oceans, we wear the same memories. Every smile feels like a memory you hadn’t remembered yet.

 

Every encounter is a quiet proof that nothing is random.

It’s not the dead we mourn on Día de Muertos. It’s the illusion of separation.Everything belongs. Everything breathes through story.You carry layered stories. Death and birth alike. It’s time to honor both, and to celebrate the rebirth of a new one. With deep thanks, and a bow to all that connects us.

Created by Burcu Tas | The Draconist
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