Two Eyes Cenote linen

“Pharaoh Ramesses,” and he did incline a dark nose, fur lifting on his spine as the voice flowed over the threshold to him.

The moon poured out its beauty into a translucent smile and a pair of two blue eyes. The body is dead, resting somewhere within a conical tomb, but the soul is far from it, come back to the surface of the desert as if he did not have enough of it and hungered for more.

Awe in his revelation, and then Rashepses moved closer.

“Unprecedented. Wrong,” he told the holiness as he waxed and waned. “A woman never rules as Pharaoh in her marriage. Let that serve as the proofs of love I carry for your daughter.”