Lion Head Mesa Reteh-qabet

Chilling, the song of father and son, and woven together as the gilded thread of life Semer-wati heard it;

The voice of a pharaoh.

On a howl lifted higher than the torrential rainfall could ground. Conceived by heaven and painted in the hues of a strong line.

Rashepses laughed and threw a nose beyond his shoulder. “Mortals fear the storm that ravages their granaries. It is not enough to be king. You must also nourish your people.” The man brought his slick snout to the ear of his son. “Tomorrow you will come with your mother and I to court. Together we shall confront the state of affairs and heal the land.”

“That is what Pharaoh does, Kem.”