The pattering raindrops fell from the coastal sky. Acrid black smoke rose from the broken walls and ruins. The embers of the fire that burned on the pyramid for ten days finally extinguished on the charred and broken Temple of the Feathered Serpent. The rain fell among the dilapidated thatched huts, gathering on the muddy streets, where large dark red congealed bloodstains slowly spread out, forming meandering streams.
The pale red streams flowed eastward along the streets, passing broken arrows, tattered cloth, and clumps of severed hair, trickling downward. It flowed out from the wall-less Feathered Serpent Ancient City, crossed a newly dug and filled burial pit, and finally, at the gray-white tidal flats by the shore, it merged into the boundless Eastern Sea along the trampled lowlands.
