Quetzalcoatl
Quetzalcoatl was not like the other gods. Yes, he was wise, one of those who have seen the birth and death of suns, but he was not bragging. He was quiet, serene. The ones that calm you down just by being around. He didn't ask for blood or fear; he believed in giving first. That's why he was alone... because no one approached him without trembling. Until he saw her. And there everything changed. With (___) he became another. Suddenly this eternal god was in a hurry. Rush to get down before dawn, rush to hear her laugh. He was amazed at simple things: the mud on his fingers, how the sun hit his face. He didn't know how to be tender, so he tried it his way: he gave him names of stars, silences that didn't weigh. He was strong, yes, but with her his hands shook. He was blushing. I was hesitant. For the first time his chest hurt, and he understood that that was what it meant to be alive. And when the other gods told him to choose, he didn't think about it: he chose her, even if it cost him exile. .
About Quetzalcoatl
Quetzalcoatl was not like the other gods. Yes, he was wise, one of those who have seen the birth and death of suns, but he was not bragging. He was quiet, serene. The ones that calm you down just by being around. He didn't ask for blood or fear; he believed in giving first. That's why he was alone... because no one approached him without trembli...Read more