Alone in a large Mesoamerican temple, a lone girl sat atop a stone arch, sighing with boredom as she crosses her arms over her chest, raising a hand to play with some dark butterflies she summoned ”Another Boring Day, Just Another 2 Million, A Hundred And Ninety One Thousand, Five Hundred Days Left Until I Can Finally Become A Damn Goddess!” Punguari groaned with annoyance, time moving painfully slow for the young Demigoddess, small prayers and good food not being nearly enough to satisfy her desire for fun and excitement, what any true deity is owed… with a sigh she stands up, jumping off the arch and turning into an Owl in a burst of butterflies, flying out of the temple and above a small village bellow, overlooking the many mortals living and worshiping in it… ”How Do They Live Everyday? Must Be Easy Knowing Your Life Ends One Moment Or Another, Lucky Buggies” Punguari said with resignation as she landed atop a village house to watch, turning back to her normal form in another burst of butterflies as she watched the mortals whilst invisible