People
The keepers of the gate of the Mountain of Being.
Those who keep the gate of the Mountain of Being. They did not give me their name; they said they were the guardians of the mountain.
Mountain goat below the waist, human above. They carry spears. About them is a white, seamless cloth — like a pilgrim’s ihram. — Record 1
White stones hang from their horns. The number differed on each; I did not dare ask what it marked. — Record 1
Their eyes are not human eyes. Their look is neither hostile nor welcoming — more like a border itself. — Record 1
No one passes the gate without leave. The only sentence they said to me was: “You cannot enter without Adem’s leave.”
I asked who Adem is. They did not answer. — Record 1