A story inspired by this photo provided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
Her children were dying of the dreaded disease brought by the sea travelers. She must reach the altar of Piltzintecuhtli. If he accepted her offering of seven gold coins, he would surely cure them.
For three days, she had picked her way across the barren, rocky terrain. She could not cross any square in Piltzintecuhtli’s maze where venomous snakes or spiders basked in the searing sun. Three times she was forced back to her starting point.
Fatigue and hunger threatened to end her quest. Visions crept and undulated before her eyes—plants with magical properties.
She made it.
Piltzintecuhtli was appeased.