THE GOLDEN WATCHMAN

Every piece in the 'Tierras del Viento' Saga

 carries a secret. 

Sit down, have a Mate, and listen to the wind...

Legend of the Golden Watchman (Saga: Lands of the Wind). The Origin of the Light In the time of the ancients, when stones were still soft and the wind had no name, Antü (the Sun) descended to earth. He sought a mirror to reflect his own fire, but found only the arid steppe and the silence of the cold peaks. To keep his warmth alive in this indomitable land, Antü tore a golden ray from his own crown and wove it with the morning mist and the dust of the desert. Thus, He was born: The Guanaco, the Golden Watchman. A creature that does not walk, but floats over the stone fields; guardian of the Pampean horizons and owner of absolute silence. It is said that his chest keeps the last breath of ancient volcanoes and his gaze knows the exact distance to eternity..The Shadow of Oblivion However, the Sun discovered he was not alone. Between the saltbushes slithered an ancient and hungry shadow: the Black Wind (Viento Negro), an oblivion that devours colors and turns memory into dust. As long as the Golden Watchman kept his position on the highest cliff, the Black Wind could not advance. But on a night of the red moon, the shadow reached the edge of the sacred fleece, and for the first time, the gold began to fade. The Ritual of the Universal Weaver In that moment of twilight, the Universal Weaver appeared. She sat under the shade of the Caldén (the Pampean Sentinel), who offered his noble wood to hold the structure of the world. Guided by Yastay, the protector of the herds, she understood that the only way to contain the Black Wind was through the ritual of the inner weave. With hands that knew the language of the stars, she stretched the warp over the Caldén frame. As the shuttle crossed the void, intertwining the ochre of the sun with the terracotta of the earth, each crossing of threads became an anchor of light. She discovered that by ordering the wool, she was discovering her own internal geometry. The Sacred Mission The Weaver realized a greater truth: her weave had saved her corner of the steppe, but the Black Wind is vast. To ensure the Golden Watchman never fades again, a Network of Sentinels is needed—a legion of souls who interlace their own looms until there is no room for oblivion. His fiber is not mere wool; it is materialized light. It is the earth's attempt to become a cloud. Whoever touches his fleece discovers the secret of resistance: the ability to remain soft in a world of thorn.