We had climbed to the central doorway on the fourth story. On either side of this rectangular opening was a pillar carved in the shape of a snake, with its tail in the air and gaping serpent head at the bottom. The stonework was chipped and broken, but I could make out the manes of feathers that surrounded their faces. Had the people who built this site once met with feathered serpents—perhaps even with Soñador itself—centuries ago?