Gaianauta starts exploring the new terrain that surrounds her . Now from a new perspective she inhales and exhales, tastes and feels her new reality in a different way.
In her path she encounters a series of arches, arches that seem to take on different paths. Gaianauta decides to enter one which scent seduces her nose . She walked slowly and found a giant tree, a cosmic neuron. The tree embraced Gaianauta tenderly and she was transported to the arms of her father, brother, grandfather and duality, she stared straight into their eyes discovering their fragility and strength. She identifies that the smell comes from the threads that make up the sacred garments embraced in the male image.
Menahua is dedicated to all men who allow themselves to be fragile.