Lion Head Mesa sunlight sadness

The answer only sparked more interest within himself.

A place hotter? This was a desert! It had nearly cooked him to death, thought Raimo. How could a place be hotter than this? But it was not worth it to ask. Ramesses spoke of something called Ra and there was reverence there, and a certain familiarity from Raimo who had heard a tale of something similar from a few travelers.

Ra—is your god? He did not mean for it to sound so blunt; the question came flowing from him abruptly. There was a pause there for Ramesses to confirm, deny, or strike him if he so deemed it suitable, and already Raimo had other things on his mind.

I have been many places, but none quite like Akashingo. There were some people I came across that worshipped something called Raas, have you heard of that? He elongated the sound to what he'd been told, so that it became more like Rays, and then elucidated: The people communed with the light and feared the shadow. They made sacrifices, and preached avidly. It was a wonder to listen to.