The sunset hangs obliquely, falling into the clouds over the sea, reflecting layers of colorful haze. Tikalo stared blankly at the sky, as if seeing a three-thousand-year Maya epic unfolding in the sea of clouds, overflowing with colors.
Sunlight falls on the edge of the clouds, reflecting a golden outline, that is the splendor of the Golden Age. The light penetrates the clouds, revealing a deep red glow, that is the prosperity of the revival of Mayapan. When the light sinks into the depths, only pitch-black chasms remain, that is the darkness and despair of the destruction of the Kokom Family!
Now, the divine descendant child who was once desperate and a thousand miles from home has grown up and even grown old. Yet the hope he has been bitterly pursuing for forty years remains so dim, like a dark moon without light.
"This world will not have another hero Kokom blessed by the Divine."
