Two Eyes Cenote fifty-seventh

Sleep came in bounds.
Queen’s summer palace sheltered a new patient: one that did not go down willingly.
Every sleep came through a new vision of terror and luxury. The last was still. Examined with deep care for the unknown and lust to satiate curiosities, see them grow.
A second spell casted upon the the devils child, gods blood, within the wraps of Akashingo.

She was in Shuyet.
Suns turned to moons. Casted out of a door rich in stones in a hurry- a shouting, tested voice. Flashing paintings of golden sands and faded prints. Endless treks. Sutekh. Only to repeat again, another call, again, another walk. Messenger of Shuyet. Hellfire in Shuyet.

Her name brushed her ears.
Imp’s eyes flickered open drowsily. Senmut.
”Sa…”