Catrina finally turned, her bones clicking like wind chimes. “An interesting proposal. And you oppose it?”
“I am La Catrina,” she said, offering her hand. “I teach the living that death is not to be feared. But you, Xibalba, teach that being forgotten is not a curse. It is a rest. Let us teach the universe together.” el libro de la vida catrina y xibalba
He took her hand. For the first time in a thousand years, a soft, warm glow flickered deep within his dark chest. Catrina finally turned, her bones clicking like wind chimes
“A dangerous pastime for you,” she replied, a hint of a smile on her painted skull. Catrina finally turned
“You’re brooding again,” Catrina said without turning around. “It clouds the hall. I can feel the chill from here.”