The solar barge drifted in darkness, and Iswei’s lonely tears fell into the still sea of Nu.
From rippled waters arose an unfurling lotus. From it, a boy.
“Cry no more. I am Nefertem. We are the beginning, and we are no longer alone.”
The children’s touch became dawn.
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