The clouds and rain from the East rise from the Caribbean Sea, sweeping over the jungle of the coastal lowlands, gradually advancing towards the central highlands. The moist sea-borne east wind has already arrived in the Tlaxcala Valley ahead of the clouds.
The mighty warm breeze blows across, lifting the hair on the young king's forehead and swaying his high feather crown. The feather crown lightly flutters, the wind passes silently, and Xiulote looks up, gazing into the vast night sky. The night sky over the Central American highlands is adorned with endless star rivers swirling, with brilliant stars shining brightly! There is also a clear and profound heavenly curtain, like the ancient and silent face of the Divine, deeply watching the mortals who gaze at the heavens.
"In the beginning of ancient times, who transmitted the way? When form above and below was not yet defined, how could it be examined?"...
