The Nephilim. Like your own species, we began as children of the third dimension, cosmic travelers, whose journeys led us to Xibalba. But the intoxications of this planet were a ruse, the world a fourth-dimensional purgatory of wicked souls, its inhabitants’ intentions to use the Nephilim as a means of escape.

I don’t understand. The Nephilim, those children. Are they—

The minds of the Nephilim are held in stasis, their bodies enslaved by the souls of the condemned to complete their task—to send Tezcatilpoca through a fourth-dimensional passage into your solar system, to open a porthole leading to another third-dimensional world.

A porthole directly to Earth?

Not at first. The conditions on your world were not suitable. Having been exiled to Xibalba, the wicked ones can no longer exist in an oxygen environment. Their intended target was Venus. The brotherhood of the Guardian followed Tezcatilpoca through the fourth-dimensional corridor, causing its transport to crash-land on Earth. The life-support pod survived, Tezcatilpoca held in protective stasis. The Guardian remained behind to aid the ascension of your species and engineer the arrival of the Hunahpu.

Who are the Hunahpu?

The Hunahpu are messiah, genetically implanted among your species by the Guardian. Only a Hunahpu can enter the cosmic porthole and prevent the evil ones from contaminating your world. Only One Hunahpu possesses the strength to make the journey through time and space to free the souls of our ancestors.

The corridor, I can feel it opening.

The corridor appears once every precessional cycle. Only a Hunahpu can sense its arrival.

Wait—are you saying that I’m a Hunahpu?

Only a Hunahpu could have accessed the Guardian starship.

My God … Mick stares at the lush tropical surroundings splayed out before him, his exhausted mind fighting to comprehend the information being whispered into his consciousness.

Guardian, Tezcatilpoca’s arrival—that impact occurred over sixty-five million years ago. How is it possible—

Time is not consistent nor relevant across all dimensions. The brotherhood of the Guardian were the surviving leaders of the Nephilim—Osiris and Merlin, Viracocha and Vishnu, Kukulcan and Quetzalcoatl—all remained in stasis. This starship remained in orbit above your world, its array programmed to jam the enemy’s signal. It was only during this last cycle that your species’ evolution was sufficient to accept our seed. As such, we shut down the array, allowing the Xibalbanradio signal to awaken Tezcatilpoca.

You allowed it to awaken Tezcatilpoca? Why? Why let this—this thing …

Tezcatilpoca harbors the porthole into the fourth-dimensional corridor. Once opened, the corridor can be used as a means to travel back into the Nephilim’s past. Only One Hunahpu possesses the strength to make the journey and save the souls of our ancestors.

Has any Hunahpu ever attempted this journey?