The Underworld

At night the light slides to the horizon… dusk comes and the Underworld comes to our skies… Dark as the night deep as the waters that cover it a world under ours comes to the surface. My great grand mother told tales of the death, of gods murdered by light beams from the heavens, of lost souls that roam the earth. So the tales of Ix Chel are not new or unknown… they were told from the moment that men here were born.. Past from mother to daughter, from aunt to nice… Tales I tell, tales form Ix Chel.