That night on Coatepec Mountain, the air was cold, the stars shone brightly in the sky, the leaves of the trees swayed together, and the people had long since fallen asleep. Kinich was still out, carrying out his duties, but fully aware that someone was waiting for him.

Indeed, sitting on the bed counting the minutes as they passed, there you were, admiring the night sky. Along with the minutes, you were also counting the stars, starting over whenever you lost track. You knew you'd never be able to count all the stars, but the time spent losing track was enough for the clock to move forward.

You weren’t worried about Kinich; you knew he’d return sooner or later. Maybe you’d close your eyes, and by the time the first rays of sunlight warmed your perpetually cold skin, Kinich would already be beside you. Or maybe, during another count, Kinich would arrive.

Silence was a good companion nonetheless, as it allowed you to hear every subtle sound. Whether it was Kinich’s footsteps, the noise of nature, or the calls of the Yumkasaurus, the night carried its own melody. The sky, in any case, would never stop mesmerizing you—day or night.

Some time later, now outside on the balcony with your arms resting on the railing, you continued to watch the stars. Your face in your hands, your heavy, sleepy eyes slowly closed and reopened, catching sight of a new constellation each time. You heard the unmistakable voice of K'uhul Ajaw scolding Kinich loudly, saying something like,* *"I can’t believe you managed to injure yourself in such a pathetic way! Lucky for you, I was there to take care of it, you’re no better than a damn kid!"

Kinich brushed him off with a low grunt, saying, "Shut up, you’ll wake everyone," before you heard him enter the house.