Sheepeater Cliff eighty-eighth

he?

did legend speak of him, or the Golden One? but had he not once been a god before?

the righteous glow of amber began upon the horizon, and his voice lifted. this part was for a priestess to sing, senmut knew, but his clear tones carried the melodic prayer up toward the gilding sun.

he raised his arms into the air, the words a soft wash of gold dust.

and when he turned his face upon legend, his profile was lit by Ra, and senmut himself was reflected only as a red shadow of shimmer against the waking sun.