Two Eyes Cenote seventy-first

i write with a heart of myrrh and starlight in my grasp.

pharaoh has need of me to come to muat-riya. there are things now to be handled in the red kingdom, but soon i shall come to you, nazli, my fair sister in the gods.

your dance is honey upon the halls of my soul;
surely even the gods see how you are molded from the moon's very silver.

our answer shall be as one.