Forget what you think you know about death. In Mexico, it’s not something to fear — it’s something to celebrate. Every year from October 31st to November 2nd, the country bursts into color, scent, sound, and memory for what might be the most magical holiday on the planet: Día de los Muertos, or The Day of the Dead.

In the sunbaked highlands of Guerrero, where the wind rustles through maize fields and ancient spirits seem to linger in the dust, a fierce dance takes place. It’s loud, chaotic, and deeply symbolic. Men dressed as jaguars — muscular, masked, and wild-eyed — prowl, leap, and crack whips in a ritual performance known as the **Tlacololeros Dance**. If you've never heard of it, you're not alone. But once you see it, you won’t forget it.