The gentle breeze blows across the sky, the fog slightly disperses, revealing the setting sun. From the towering Chief Palace, the silent sunset emits a magnificent glow, slowly sinking behind the western mountains. And the shadows of dusk come from all directions, resembling endless waves.
"The day floats... Spring mist... Sunset... Dusk... It's going to be dark..."
The elder lies quietly on the bed, gazing at the western sky. The red hue on his face gradually fades, and the brilliance in his eyes flickers like a candle in the wind, on the verge of going out. The elderly Cacamatzin kneels by his bedside, watching his father, whom he has revered all his life, inevitably step into decline, unable to hold back his tears.
"Cacamatzin..."
"Respected elder, I am here!"
Cacamatzin raises his graying head, looking at his silver-haired father, listening to his teachings for the last time.
