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The Last King of the Cosmic Nile (Available as 8x10 print. DM for details.)

The river is gone now. What flows behind his cape isn’t water—it’s the aftermath of time:

♀ The Collar: Not gold, but the event horizon of a dying star pressed flat by royal decree. Each jewel is a trapped civilization that prayed to the wrong gods.

♀ The Bracer: A slave to its own function, still counting the heartbeats of a universe that expired millennia ago.

♀ The Pyramid: Not a tomb, but a transmitter, its hieroglyphs broadcasting the same three words in a loop: "Bring him home."

The blue planet isn’t a world. It’s a coronation gift—the frozen tear of a lesser deity who dared suggest his reign might end. The cross? That’s where he broke it.