Tezcatlipoca
the smoking mirror, lord of the night wind
aetherTezcatlipoca carries an obsidian mirror that shows the soul its hidden shape; to dream of him is to meet the part of yourself you have been careful not to look at, and to be shown it without cruelty.
Fragments
He is everywhere and nowhere at once, the jaguar walking the cold roads of midnight, and in his mirror of black glass he watches every deed and every doubt.
Each year a chosen youth wore his likeness and walked in beauty for a season, playing flutes he broke one by one as the final steps drew near.
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