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One Sun, One Breath
Before the sky was broken into names, before temples filled with a thousand whispers, a single fire rose above the horizon and a king dared to see it whole. Akhenaten stood beneath its burning crown, not with bowed fear before hidden faces of stone, but with open hands — as though greeting a living heart. …
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The Crocodile’s Due
The Nile ran thick with blood that season—not just the usual crimson of silt and sunset, but the deeper, richer red of human sacrifice. I watched from the reeds, my scaled body submerged save for eyes that burned like amber coals. They called me Sobek. They feared me. They fed me. Tonight's offering was different. …
Celestial Barques of Giza
Beneath the velvet cloak of night,Where time itself runs deep,The stars of Giza burn so bright,Eternal watch they keep. The wind has worn the stones away,The kings have turned to sand,But still those silver barques conveyThe souls to that far land. The Duat is the vault above,A river dark and deep,Where navigates the boat of …
Daily Prompt #21
Which animal would you compare yourself to and why? If I were to compare myself to an animal, I would choose the Egyptian ibis. In ancient Egypt, the ibis was closely connected to Thoth, the god of knowledge, writing, and balance. Because of that symbolism, the ibis represents thoughtfulness, learning, and the quiet pursuit of …
The Awakening of the Sphinx
In the scorching sands of Egypt, where the ancient pyramids stood as silent sentinels, there lurked a terror far more sinister than any mummy's curse. The Great Sphinx, that enigmatic guardian of Giza, was said to hold a dark secret—a secret that whispered through the dunes and echoed in the nightmares of those who dared …
Thirst
The first thing they forget is the wetness. Not the water itself, but the feeling of it. The slickness on the skin, the way it fills the mouth, the simple, profound relief of it. I am Tefnut. I am moisture. I am the slick on the inside of your skull, the sweat on your lover's …
The Last Scribe
I am Thoth. I am the reckoner of time, the scribe of eternity, and I am dying. My ink is not what it was. For eons, I have written the future upon the pristine papyrus of what-is-to-come, my reed pen a sliver of fallen star, my ink the distilled darkness between stars. But now, when …