Marrakesh lay in western North Africa. Not far to the southeast stood the Atlas Mountains, the most important mountain range in North Africa.
Like a giant holding up the sky, the mountains separated the relatively fertile North African coast from the barren Sahara Desert, forming a divide between rain and drought.
That was the way people described it, but even Marrakesh, on the western, seaward side of the Atlas Mountains, received little rain. It was a semi-arid region.
Southeast of the city ran the Nfis River, which cut through the Atlas Mountains. Following it offered a safer passage through the range than climbing over its towering peaks.
To the north of Marrakesh lay the Tensift River. The two rivers brought abundant water to this relatively dry land, making it a famous oasis region in north-central Africa.
"Since ancient times, Marrakesh has been the most important city in northwestern Africa." Looking down from the sky, Natalia spoke with the feeling and cadence of a poet. "Even today, many people call Morocco the 'Kingdom of Marrakesh.' In fact, Marrakesh is also called 'Morocco City.' That's where the name Morocco comes from."
Pan Long looked down at the city too. The sunlight was at its best for the day, and Marrakesh had clear skies. Under the brilliant sun, walls of red earthen buildings stretched across the city, radiating a bright, vigorous vitality.
"Red is the color of blood, and also the color of life. Practitioners of the Invisible Arts believe the ancient Berbers sought its mysteries through ascetic practice. Most followed the path of blood, focusing their cultivation on the Cup Aspect and the Heart Aspect. This ancient capital was an expression of their beliefs and culture."
Pan Long stared at the unbroken sweep of red walls in surprise. "Don't tell me they