They say that in the mountainous regions, high where the air is thin, and earth at last meets sky...sacred space begins. Where spirits culminate and congregate in their isolation from the world below.

You may have heard of them, perhaps even seen them. Robed monks with closed eyes who move with the winds. Strange giant black birds crawling along the mountain sides. Or perhaps even witnessed a thing or two moving beneath the snow. The spirits are lively in these places.

Even demons are drawn here.

Tis-Tis may not have the grace to appear to you as some wandering Dove, nor the malice to come as an apparition shoving you off the cliff side to the valley below...but this horned creature may very well blanket you like snow beneath their lonely depravity. If they challenge you to a food eating contest: refuse.