Two Eyes Cenote Woma

meseba can feel the stirring of the gods; not that as if they were awakening but rather as if he were awakening. he can feel it in the wind, in the thrum of the earth. he can hear them in the hidden words on the wind, once deaf to but no longer.

meseba. he who is born of the stars.

his heart gives an uneven beat in his chest; a lone, out of rythym wardrum that the gods recognized his true calling.

he watches as a celestial body beneath his eyelids unravels and then weaves together to make something new. something him and something not him. but he does not fear the new entity making its home within his body, in his spirit, psyche and ego.

meseba, croons a voice in his head, older than the stars, stronger than the floods. he who is born of the stars, rise. rise anew. rise reborn. rise with me. in his mind's eye, the features are murky but the gold and lapis lazuli headdress housing a star is not. a name rises from the marrow of his bones then, recalled from lessons. sopdet, star of sirius and goddess of fertility, bringer of the flooding nile, tied closely to osiris.

for a moment meseba desires to speak, but he cannot summon words and so he remains in silence, feeling the shifting within him like the sands of time. he looks to eset when his eyes finally open, blinking away the shadows. her head is bowed. thank you, offered to eset, sopdet and the other, numerous gods that have welcomed him.

those two words hardly feel like enough to meseba, but in the moment, it was what he had to offer.