The mountains stretch verdantly, extending east and west, resembling the bivalve shells of a clam, leaving only a narrow valley entrance to the Northeast. At this moment, a hot wind comes from the South, passes over the bright red camp at the valley entrance, and drifts towards the vast mountains on both sides. On the mountains of the Mistec Highlands, towering Jacaranda trees grow, along with the cuetlaxochitl known as the red poinsettia, covering the hills.
"In spring, blue flowers fall from the clouds. In autumn, red flowers bloom on the ground. They are spirited, avoiding the scorching summer!"
The summer wind blows in bursts, bringing an intense scent akin to flowers. Bloody blossoms spread inside and outside the mountain pass. Woodpecker Lichi, covered in blood, stands on the bulwark at the valley entrance. His eyes flash red, yet seem somewhat lost, like a woodpecker about to fall asleep, or a coyote just opening its eyes.
