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Rich oral storytelling from Papua New Guinea, Fiji, Solomon Islands, and Vanuatu—each tale reflecting ancestral wisdom and deep ties to nature.
A sepia parchment-style illustration of three Fijian maidens standing on a rocky sea cliff in Kadavu, singing a sacred chant as two giant sea turtles rise from the ocean below, symbolizing the transformed spirits of Tinaicoboga and her daughter Raudalice answering the ancient Namuana call.

The Sacred Turtles of Kadavu

On the island of Kadavu, where volcanic peaks rise green and lush from the Pacific Ocean and coral reefs shimmer beneath crystalline waters, there exists a ritual so ancient and sacred that it has been passed down through countless generations. In the village of Namuana, perched on dramatic sea-cliffs where
Parchment-style illustration of a proud cassowary standing beneath a stormy Papua New Guinea sky as glowing sky spirits strip away her great wings, marking the moment she becomes a flightless bird.

The Proud Cassowary

In the time before memory, when the world was still learning its shape and the mountains of Papua New Guinea touched the clouds with reverence, there lived a magnificent cassowary unlike any creature that walks the earth today. Her wings stretched wide and powerful, catching the morning light like sheets

The Fire of the Crocodile Spirit

October 17, 2025
Long before the coasts of Papua New Guinea knew the sound of steel or the glow of lamps, the people of the Sepik River cooked with nothing but the sun’s patience. They ate their food raw, shivered through the rain, and watched lightning strike far off in the jungle. “Fire

The Talking Drum of Oro Province

October 17, 2025
In the rainforests of Oro Province, the drum is more than music—it’s memory. Every clan has its rhythm, every tree its spirit, and every echo a story. Long ago, when the forest stretched unbroken from mountain to sea, the people spoke to one another by drumbeat. Before the first roads

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Tiddalik the Thirsty Frog

In the Dreamtime, when animals still spoke the first language, the land woke to find no water anywhere. Rivers were empty, the
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