Sepermeru
The Faith of Amun Ra
The Styxx....
Beautiful..... the golden eddies flowing with the faintest of reddened hues.
"I missed you Satet-ka...why did you leave us?" said the fair skinned beauty cradling his broken body.
The sky was bluer then he had remembered it. The heat rising from the desert danced playfully with the palms mirrored upon the waters edge.
It was not the seagull picking at his ear that had awoken me. It was not the gnashing of bone against bone in his side that brought me back. At first it was simply the distinct smell of the Styx. How can one describe the smell of this the oldest of mothers veins? Something like a decaying honeycomb....sweet...musky...giving everything and yet surrendering to the lust life has for all that Set creates. Ambrosia....mana of Set himself/
