Lion Head Mesa Toiling

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The desert was endless, an ocean of golden waves shimmering. Isis moved like a shadow cast by the stars, his lithe frame trailing after the intoxicating thread.

It was unlike any scent he had ever known—a symphony of power and refinement. It spoke of opulence, of empire.

Drawn forward, he could not resist.

Isetnofret moved as if entranced, his paws skimming over the sands with the delicacy of a dancer’s step. He did not care what danger might lie ahead, only that he must see it—must know it.