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As everyone followed the Long Bridge made of White Stone, they entered the majestic Lake Capital City.
On Xiulote's advice, the banks of the Long Bridge, both sides covered with mud dikes, now bore neatly planted aquatic pines and cypresses for aesthetic pleasure and reinforcement. Along the way, passers-by would step back to the banks, kneel under the trees, and offer their respects. The lake breeze brought with it the gentle sway of the young Ahuehuete trees and the fresh scent of pine and cypress.
Xiulote looked far ahead, where the line of aqua pines and cypresses stretched for miles along both sides. With slender trunks and drooping green branches, their budding tips were bursting with vitality. They stood between the lake and the white bridge, the temples and the palaces, accompanied by sunlight and breeze, swaying with the flow of life, pure and ethereal, captivating to any beholder.