The bonfire reflected the night sky, and the myriad stars illuminated the earth. Ancient myths were as deep as the night sky, and new beliefs passed on like sparks. On this night, Xiulote was writing diligently, unable to sleep. He thought of many things far and wide, reminiscing about a long time ago.
He remembered the strategy before the decisive battle with Tizoc in the military camp. That night the starry river was splendid, and he laughed out loud with Aweit, imagining the future of the Empire.
He recalled his date with Alisa on the pyramid of the Feathered Serpent Divine. That night the stars bore witness, and he revealed his heart, telling for the first time the story of a wandering soul.
He also remembered the night he first met Nashu, discussing with his grandfather in the High Priest's Mansion. That night the starlight was dim, his grandfather entrusted him with much, and he witnessed the extinguishing of a candle in the wind.
