In the lands of the Atacama, among the largest lithium fields on earth, the soils of the drained valleys sweat with minerals. In the sharp light of southern suns, the crystals shine. We saw the traces of a recent flood, of an unexpected rain, that, washing down the mountains, invaded the desert with a thick river of mud. From the sky down to the sacred peaks — Huacas —, descending salty hills, the flow infused the entire landscape, unveiling distant worlds before our eyes. Hidden among the now dried muds, remains of ancient funerary pots — Huacos —appeared, also carried by the flood. Sometimes only after such disruptive events do humans remember that they are one with Nature. Only when the uprooted limbs of the earth mingle with the sacred relics of the peoples who inhabit it, can they see their fragile interconnectedness: they are both Huacas and Huacos, or as Marisol de la Cadena says, Earth Beings.