The setting sun cast brilliant rays of light, resembling the majestic gaze of the Heavenly Divine looking down upon the mortal realm, leaving behind its slanted reflection. The tops of Temples and palaces were reflected in the evening glow, shimmering with a brilliance too dazzling for the eye, transforming them into the Throne of the Gods on earth.
Upon this throne sat an Elder who had ruled over the Empire for fifty years. The glow of twilight blurred his visage, leaving only a pair of eyes that held the world, bore witness to the centuries, somber and unrelenting.
Upon hearing the words of Chief Priest Quetzal, the Elder slightly lowered his head to gaze down at the youth below, like a leaf. Seeing the young sprout-age of the boy, the Elder heaved a contemplative sigh.
The sigh of the Rain Divine would turn into an autumn breeze, and where that breeze blew mournfully, leaves would rustle and fall, drifting to the earth.