When I look up at the night sky, I often think of the ancient Aztecs and their stories about the world’s beginnings. There’s one myth in particular that’s always fascinated me—the tale of Ometecuhtli and Omecihuatl. These aren’t just two gods; they’re the masculine and feminine forces at the heart of Aztec creation. Their eternal union, reflected in the glittering stars, was far more than a story about origins. It was a reminder of the sacred balance that holds the universe together.

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