☀ @sunpharaoh
✫ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝑒𝓇𝓉 𝓈𝓊𝓃 𝓇𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓃𝒶𝓂𝑒, even if the rest of human civilization does not. Nitocris is the name of a Pharaoh washed away by the sands of time, with nothing but ashes to incur skepticism. The movement of one’s existence from fact to fiction is a terrifying thing. Even after death, her own shadow haunts her. What a disgrace she’d been to Horus, enough to warrant punishment by the gods! But forgive her, forgive her... there still things in this world that brings her comfort.
She often dreams of them. At this very moment, tucked beneath the shade of a tree, her sleeping form is doing just that. It’s envisioning the vast boroughs of Egypt. Her cherished Merenre is there, ascending the Nile River in his boat of deliverance, given audience by Ra himself. It’s a dream, she realizes this, but she can’t help but lucidly mutter inanities mid-slumber. “Beloved brother... Ra-sama... you look like you’re having fun...” How fortunate she is! The warmth exuded from their combined presences feels so close. Even though it is no more than an illusion, it feels as if she is right there with them, at arms’ length, sharing their comp--- com... company? eh?
Wait, no, this cannot be right anymore... this physical aura before her is surely...
!!!
“P-P-Pharaoh Ozymandias! You are here!” She tries her absolute best not to invade his space, or rupture the delicate hearing in his ears. “Forgive my insolence! I did not mean to rest my eyes before you!”