You drink the night away.

To forget.

To remember.

It doesn't matter. They don't care. They will come. To sit on your head, your shoulders. To make the earth spin around in endless blur.

They are gods. Innumerable. Powerful. And ready to play.

Centzon Totochtin,

Not really a sole creature but a group of Aztec gods—whose physical appearance is that of an innumerable group of rabbits—associated with drunkenness and intoxication. They are sometimes referred as the Four-hundred Divine Rabbits but in this context four hundred is meant to represent an "innumerable" amount, so a better translation from the nahuatl would be The Innumerable Rabbits.

These naughty bunnies are the children of Mayahuel, the...

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