Lion Head Mesa You're a classic, like a little black dress

With Melody’s wisdom she begins to trace the shapes. Meaningless points become the vertices between designs, there’s the night sky like darkened chaos and then the stars created by Gods, giving light and beauty with their patterns. An order. Ma’at.

She squints. Maybe one looks like Osiris- though she could not be certain.

“Is each shape represented by a God?” She wonders, questioning eyes returning to the hemet.