The night wind brushes up from the valley to the highlands, bringing the scent of cornfields and herb flowers from all around, coupled with a faint smell of blood and smoke. The night sky is like a thick woven fabric, shrouding the Oaxaca Valley of the Zapotecs. Within the royal tent, Xiulote looks up, and sees the stars resembling agate jade beads, embedded on the black cloth woven by the Heavenly Divine, spanning the millennia-old Milky Way. As he glances around, what meets his eye is the ancient tribe style akin to the Qin and Han periods, constantly reminding him of the lost eras that cannot be returned.
"Whoosh! Whoosh!"
