Tonatiuh rose from the east with the strength of a warrior, his light fierce and unyielding, demanding sacrifice to keep the world turning. The Aztecs feared and respected him. His heat scorched the earth, his brightness a fire in the sky that could not be ignored. The Aztecs knew his hunger, the price of his power, and they gave him what he required, knowing that without their offerings, he would falter, and darkness would consume the world. Tonatiuh was not a gentle god. He was the force that sustained and destroyed, his journey across the heavens as much a battle as a blessing, a reminder to the Aztec people of the delicate balance he upheld.