Fatum

I sit for the moment in stunned disbelief. Oh, dear husband, did you die believing I had abandoned you?

To me, you are but a moment gone. I can barely imagine your anguish, your madness and endless hope as the years passed. Even as you crafted your great sepulcrum, what despair must have welled in your heart? And worst of all was not knowing.

For that needless suffering, I shall repay these beasts.

I caught barely a glimpse of your tomb, but it was enough.

As the magisters, the ch’ul winniki, taught us in the holy city of Dzibilchaltun, the cycles of time will come full circle. Soon, dear husband, I shall wield time like a sword. I shall snatch you from eternity’s maw. On my honor as Domina, your terrible tears will remain unborn.

At any moment the beasts will unwittingly free me. Clueless, they provide me with the means for my rescue.