Lion Head Mesa Dandelion

he felt like a boy again, being clipped at for improper questions. yet he does not fault her this. he did not think she asked for silly moments of fancy.

life itself is a cycle. you are born, you lay among your mother's side. then you are growing into your teachings of knowledge and life. soon enough you are a reigning Divine One creating life yourself. he does not like what follows, so much. it does not feel right to utter to her words. then just as quick, your legacy is beginning the cycle again. when your day comes, much will be done to prepare you for life in death. rituals, burials, all done for you to make your travels in Duat.

the bundle of herbs that he had set aside drew his focus now. he fussed over a stem of goldenrod. something to keep his body up to speed with his mind.

if you are judged and you are worthy, who is to say you are not granted another life? there are prayers and songs of such things. you are Divine Ones, Amiirad. afterlife and rebirth is your right from the moment stars were made.