Thus, the upper and lower worlds were mirror images of each other. Nothing is as it was all changed now as the land absorbs the light of this new star burning by day. The people look to us but no priest can explain. Concerned faces in the village quiet confusion in kivas fire messages blaze nightly and runners run the roads. I lie on this ledge with my paints record mysteries of the sky.
Nothing is as it was.
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