The Forgotten God
As his hands took hold of it, the room darkened, as if the thick curtains had been drawn across the window, but all remained still, the light seeming to have been absorbed into the glow, becoming one with it.
Atum cradled it, his finger drawing invisible patterns on, the surface becoming clearer, more charged with each completion of its circumference.
"O you gates, you who keep the gates because of Osiris, O you who guard them and who report the affairs of the Two Lands to Osiris every day; I know you and I know your names for I gave birth to you. Answer my call, my children and my kin."
Somewhere in the blazing sands of Egypt, a wind whirled up, peeling back layers of sparkling particles an
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