Two Eyes Cenote [b] sooner or later

The Duat. A realm of constant dark, reigned by primordial chaos. 

As night fell upon the waking world, the sun god descended beneath the sands to engage the wretched serpent. But, something felt different. Strange. The underworld was shifting.

In the deepest darkest part of the night, the sun god emerged a burning, flaming mortal. As red as the desert that had sired him, the sensation of rough tongue upon his face brought forth a warbling cry. He felt so small, fragile. His mother's tears fell with pained love against his fire-kissed spine and he felt something else then - he felt alive.

As the hours drew on and voices and bodies fretted around mother and babes, Kheti fluttered between suckling and dozing, blissfully content and unaware of all that was and what would soon be.