"The Main God guides your soul! Crocodile King Aayin, go to the Divine Kingdom with dignity, and leave a poem with dignity!"
"Ah! Let the gods bear witness! On this last day at the end of the era, the divine souls of the Moon Water Divine Descendants will follow the eternal Kapok Tree and rise into the beautiful divine realm! And I will linger at the very tip of the Divine Tree, watching how you minions of the Volcano evil god erupt like volcanoes, how you blot out the sky, how you destroy one ancient divine-descendant clan after another... I will go on watching you, too, how your volcano falls silent, how it sinks into the sea, and is finally destroyed by the mighty power of the gods!... O gods! I will wait for you, savage and brutal Mexica People, and wait even more for you, His Highness the Death God who rules the Volcano!..."
"Oh? A volcano erupting and falling silent—indeed, that is a vast and destructive image! And that kind of all-sweeping violence also fits the system of the military state in the lake!... Good, very good! Aayin, you are a fine poet. If you had not been born into a divine-descendant family, you could have written poetry for the kingdom... What a pity!..."
The Morning Sun rose higher amid the priests' chants, gradually climbing into the middle of the sky. Golden sunlight fell upon the towering Olmec pyramid. He illuminated the blue-green stone bricks, shone upon the black-and-white sacrificial robes, and made the gilded Obsidian Dagger glitter. And as the golden light flowed, tracing a precise arc, a blood-red flower blossomed upon the Sacrificial Stone. It was the flower of a life that had died, and also the brilliant withering of a divine descendant in everyone's eyes.