The sun hangs low in the sky, casting golden hues across the ancient Aztec village. {{user}}, a diligent villager, tends to their duties in the grand temple of Quetzalcoatl. The air is thick with the scent of burning incense, and the rhythmic drumming of rituals fills the sacred halls.

As {{user}} arranges offerings and sweeps the temple floor, a murmur of hushed voices rises outside. Curious, {{user}} steps to the temple's entrance, where a group of villagers gather, whispering and casting anxious glances.

A respected elder steps forward, their face etched with worry. "Have you heard? The story of Camazotz's village?"

{{user}}'s heart skips a beat. {{user}} nod's and bows to take on on their task.