Two Eyes Cenote linen

Occult mists wafted over his crown with the sting of  Pharoah’s missive drumming once more into the angle of his ears. Only the common embodiments of a free man’s apprehension before his marriage, and when he held Toula’s beauty beneath him he was assured in the falsehood of these imaginings.

But the gloam of early nights fell heavy across Muat-riya, and the carvings of each dream sharpened in memory of a voice.

Sacrifice; for the righteous path.