Anunnaki In the age where Art Nouveau lines mimicked the tendrils of nascent life, whispered tales spoke of the Anunnaki. Not as gods of...

https://www.udio.com/songs/7VscTW2XnrcdxwLtmQek6C ↗️ Anunnaki In the age where Art Nouveau lines mimicked the tendrils of nascent life, whispered tales spoke of the Anunnaki. Not as gods of thunder or fire, but beings woven from the very breath of the cosmos. They descended upon Earth, not in blazing chariots, but riding the unseen currents of wind. Their arrival was heralded by a gentle rustling of leaves, a subtle shift in the atmosphere. They brought with them the power to shape the very air, to command the breezes, and to whisper secrets on the wind. Their touch was ethereal, their purpose veiled, their legacy etched in the delicate dance of every leaf and the soaring flight of every bird. Sanja Zivkovic