The vast Lake Texcoco, shimmering with ripples, reflects the blazing sun in the sky, as well as the towering Great Temple. The temple of white stone and red roof casts its reflection in the tranquil lake, appearing entirely crimson. The stairs of the temple, stained by the thousands of sacrifices when red was painted on, were engraved with the last traces of the Divine Descendants. The nearby water of Lake Texcoco was also infused with bright red, transforming into a faint Blood Lake. The Red Temple of the Blood Lake, that is the realm of redness!
On the temple, priests prayed and chanted, wielding sacrificial stone blades. In the ball court, the prisoners of war played desperately, exchanging it for rounds of cheers. In the plaza, poets recited loudly, reciting their composed verses. In the communities, musicians played bamboo flutes and beat lively drum rhythms. Beside the roads, maidens danced and sang joyously, attracting admiring youths...
