You are entering the deer's sanctuary. At the center of a great carved stone disc, a stag stands still in the dry grass, maize around him. This is the hearth, the centre the four directions run from: the gold of dawn to the east, the turquoise of noon to the south, the red of dusk to the west, the violet of night to the north. The deer is your nahual: the essence revealed in animal form.

You return to the hearth. The warmth you carry is the warmth of the first day.