Before the vast territory of the Pacific Ocean, which some call "the End of the World," stretches a land that has grown within me for nine months.
From the volcanic lands of the North to the primeval rainforests of the West Coast, from the icy peaks of the South to the shores of pristine lakes and blue lagoons, rest the daughters of pure springs. Passing through subterranean starry caves and returning to the light in the mystical waters of the East.
Her indigenous name is Aotearoa.
