Recollecting the flow of time, life's destiny is as unpredictable as a river, its direction unknown. As he thought of the river of the past, the poet Balamo's expression turned melancholic, his gaze lifted to the deep blue sky, as if he were listening for enlightenment from the "red sky."
However, the red, divine sky is the ancient belief of the wilderness, so how could it guide him, a Mexica returning to the lineage of the Canine Descendants?
"O supreme Sun, red sky! The great tree looks up to the Sun, looks up to the sky, trapped on the high Qingqiu. It watches the monkeys run, sees the four-clawed fire chickens flutter, sees the Black Wolf heading eastward, while the Divine Eagle soars in the sky! What was it thinking then? Did it have grievances?… No, it did not!…"
