Lion Head Mesa A Felicidade

Three at her belly, kneading in their sleep. The father daydreamed alongside them, lured into his goddess’ idyllic reveries.

“We will take them to the serpent as soon as they can speak, meryt. They will sing with us at her shores, and all the world will listen,” he crooned, his pride vaunting. "They will sing for each major God, and in turn be enshrined in the hymns of our own people."

Toula was radiant. His children were strong. Rashepses' world was bright.