Once, the world was but a dark and endless sea. No sun, no sky—only stillness stretching forever. And from that void, Ra, the mighty son of the cosmos, arose, blazing with all the light and power that would give shape to creation. From his brilliance, life bloomed, and where his rays kissed the deep, the winds stirred. And so came Shu, the god of the air, and Tefnut, the goddess of rain—together, they stretched the horizon, giving form to the land, lifting Geb, the earth, from the dark waters. And above all, Nut, the sky, stretched far, wrapped in the arms of time itself, her stars scattered as the tears of gods fallen from her gaze.

And as the world shifted around me, I… no longer knew the weight of time. The sun rose before me, then hid itself—once, twice, a thousand times. I tried to count, to grasp, but the days—or what could be called days—slipped through my fingers like dust from an ancient tomb, scattered into nothingness. The winds blew across the sand in directions I could no longer fathom. The world twisted—yet, I walked on, my steps carrying me across this land not of men, but… of something other. Something that did not breathe, but loomed over everything.