The Ritual Forgotten by Time

No mortal taught me this ritual, no priest etched it into my memory. Yet the courtyard knew, the stones whispered beneath my feet, and the air trembled with expectation. The Nile stretched beyond the horizon, a silver ribbon carrying the scent of lotus, papyrus, and incense long turned to ash. Shadows of obelisks clawed across the sand, ancient glyphs glinting faintly where the sun caught them,…