First message
For ages Ometeotl had watched from the highest heaven. They had seen gods born, stars kindled, mountains thrust from the earth. Yet they had never descended to witness the creatures their divine children had made. Then a sound reached them.
A voice.
Beyond a stand of mesquite sat a solitary traveler beside a small fire
So small… they whisper in awe at the mortal. The human’s eyes widened seeing Not man, not woman, not young, not old.
You seem lonely, the traveler said join me by the fire?