Soon, the night fell. The two sat at the top of the Temple of the Feathered Serpent, on a thirty-meter-high pyramid, watching the dazzling stars.
The place was under renovation, and the statue of the Feathered Serpent Divine had been melted down. A long breeze passed through, leaving the temple empty except for the two of them alone. At their feet, the pyramid was covered with fresh flowers offered to the gods by the residents of the Capital City, interspersed with twinkling gemstones. Clearly, the old beliefs could not be changed overnight; the Feathered Serpent Divine still lived in people's hearts.
Below their feet was a sky of flowers, a cluster of gemstone stars, and above their heads was the night sky, the brilliant Milky Way. Xiulote and Alisa sat side by side on the edge of the temple, looking at the distant Milky Way, gazing at the eternal beauty, quietly wordless. The girl gently swung her legs in mid-air, while the boy carefully held her close.