"The immortal gods have long departed, leaving only the ancient saints to remain…"
The melancholy and resonant ballad echoed within the temple of the Chief Divine, bringing murmurs from millennia ago. Priest Tomate listened intently, sensing the mysterious fragrance of an ancient essence hidden within this secretly transmitted Maya epic. It was the mystery of deities buried in the Golden Age of Maya, that after more than two thousand years of vicissitudes, only fragments and faint excerpts remained for later generations to futilely speculate and sigh over.
"The ancient saints who stayed on earth… the skull of the ancient saints after death… the most sacred head… the origin of the Maya Tribes…"
Priest Tomate stroked his chin in silence. After a long while, he forcefully shook his head, dragging his thoughts back from the ethereal ancient myths and legends, and plunged into the more realistic political, religious, and military struggles.
