The dry north wind blew over the Mexican Plateau, bringing a bit of chill. Now, in the blink of an eye, it's already the beginning of December. The tropics have no winter, only a prolonged deep autumn. The northern part of the Tlaxcala Valley is filled with an extremely deep sense of autumn. As far as the eye can see, the fields are half withered yellow and half cold green, with an endless high sky.
Beneath the high sky stands the peak of Cloud Serpent Mountain. Cloud Serpent City remains sturdy and majestic, like an unyielding fortress, only now tinged with bleakness and deep yellow.
