Lion Head Mesa a final inundation

the first tremors of the gods perked racharra up from senmut's sermon. the second got her to her feet. the third, she answered senmut's call with a harrowed scream of her own. the gods had come to claim them all. but she was too sinful to sit and accept such a fate.

the halls she'd grown to etch into her heart became a maze, set on drowning her and anyone else that dared Tefnut's wrath. she wasn't allowed to enter the sacred hall, barred from her chosen-mother by mazoi, and pushed into running for the catacombs through her tears. teeth clenched, her eyes seared from swelling as she and the guards sprinted.

the last exit from mesa. the once great palace — her one true home — fell all around her. this time not to human fault but by the whims of the gods.

and yet.

through that last glimmer of escape shone through the catacombs, her eyes glistening brighter and brighter, they chased the sun. His light peaks through, it was if He beckoned them.
please, guide us Ra. she mutters one last prayer through gritted teeth and winced eyes.

a pillar — a jagged boulder falls.