In the name of Pachamama, the living mother who sustains us, and under the eternal gaze of Apu Ausangate, guardian of the sacred mountain, we begin this journey of awakening and transformation. We have come from afar, but the real journey begins now, when our steps merge with the earth and our hearts remember their ancient Andean heartbeat. Here, where the air is prayer and silence has a voice, we ask permission from the Apus and the spirits of water, wind, fire, and purifying snow. May each of us be received with humility, with souls open to listening, feeling, and learning. Ausangate will teach us the patience of ice, the strength of spirit, and the clarity of inner vision. The Mountain of Colors will reveal the tones of the soul, showing that all energy has its rhythm and its light. And in Machu Picchu, the temple of the Sun and memory, we will remember that we are part of a sacred lineage, heirs to wisdom, balance, and love. May this journey be an offering of light and gratitude, a promise of respect for the earth, and a rebirth of the being that dwells within us. So be it, under the sun of the Andes, under the gaze of the Apus, under the heart of Pachamama.