Epilogue

These, then,

were the names of they who spoke together.

It was there that they came to await the dawn.

They would look

all calm,

all silent,

all motionless,

all pulsating,

awaiting the star that precedes the face of the sun when it is born.

“We came from there, but we were split apart,” they said among themselves.

—Popol Vuh 587:1, Maya-Quiché Genesis, New Century Revised Edition

She spun through the blackness over the broken world to ::Watch.

And now . . . now there was one to ::Answer. To ::Heal. This one was small, yes. This one was weak. But this one brought the seeds to ::Awaken.

And the seeds to ://>Return.