The winter sun rose from the Great Lake in the East, its shimmering rays dancing across the vast lake surface, also bathing the city of Tenochtitlan, built of white stone, in a golden hue. A gentle cool breeze from the highlands in the north swept through, lifting the vivid Divine Curtains adorning the buildings and caressing the elegant, feather-trimmed corners of people's garments. As the first light of dawn emerged, hundreds of Priests simultaneously lit ceremonial incense, and the air was soon permeated with the faint scent of pine.