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By the broad avenue of huge edifices, armoured men march on.
Their contexture is thin, due to the privations; on their heads silvery helmets shine.
Seen from a distance, the whole group shines in argent, blinding cuirasses...the city seems to be desert: is there anybody there..?
Eyes spy from the shades these strange apparitions of gods or demons marching into the city: the leader talks; his nose is aquiline and his brown beard seems on fire at the solar reflex on the armour.
He has iron in the stare...
-Some of them come over big beasts, never seen before; the armoured spectres are into the city, and bring tall crosses...is the Atl prophecy. The celestial gods to come: is the beginning of the end...all the yellow metal belongs to them; and the pure virgins shall be given to their sexual pleasure; because the gods shan't accept but pure offerings.
From a distance, a dark man appears with a little company; seems to be a king, and holds his right hand up.
Hernán Cortés stops walking suddenly.
His long shadow falls sinister on a pyramid's wall all stained in dry blood.
In an unknown tongue, he gives an order, and 70 spades appear, blasting hurt by the evening sun.
The Cortés' bony cheeks reflect the excessive light of the air. His eyes, slightly closed for the sun, show his misgiving and fear.
What strange world could be this..?
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