ah, this presence. enough to beg halt of his own mind, his own absolute insurmountable being for that of.. another? inconceivable by nearly any means -- all rests within the power of the pharaoh after all but perhaps this one is of the same glory as he. blessed be o’child of the sun! written into the very heavens with the stars in astral guide.

thus spoke the god king both mighty in his works as he was reaping that of his most tenacious adversaries in despair: there is nothing beyond my grasp for the light cannot exist without!

he would gaze upon the other with this same splendor, radiance of ra and nothing but as hands grace the gold of hips in a manner most expectedly. another born of the sky, some sense of presence he believed truly would never be felt again.