‘𓂀 Inscripted by the Netjeru:    
  Thresholds beneath the Celestial
    Barque Dust-to-Duat.
  “Lotus and the Crooked Ankh.”
  That Ma’at, We Shall Breathe.
      Tomb and Rebirth.

   

 
Beneath the vault of Nut, we walked the black sands, our names hidden in the folds of linen and memory. Above us, the Eye of Ra blazed in gold; beneath us, the river of stars carried the songs of our ancestors. Every step echoed the dance of Ma'at, whose feather weighed our hearts, whose breath lifted the dust into life. By the waters of Hapi we knelt, casting lotus blossoms into the current, each bloom a prayer to the unseen shores. The scarab, sacred Khepri, pushed the sun across the horizon, whispering of new dawns yet to be born. Beneath the sycamore of Hathor, we drank the milk of the heavens, and laughter like bells stirred the branches.

At the threshold of the Duat, Anubis, Keeper of the Ways, stretched out his hand, his jackal eyes bright with the knowing of the ages. Thoth, in his ibis form, marked our names in silver script, every stroke a promise, every syllable a star. Osiris called from his emerald throne, and we answered, our ka rising like incense through the Veil. The crook and flail were laid upon our shoulders, sign of the shepherd and the king. The ankh touched our brows, a kiss of eternal breath. We wore the Was scepter of strength, and the djed pillar of everlasting foundation rooted itself in our souls. No darkness could hold us, for we were bound in Ma'at; no forgetting could claim us, for we were written in the hands of the gods.

Rise, O children of the Black Land. Rise, O kin of dust and starlight. In the Field of Reeds, where the barley grows without end, your laughter shall fill the endless blue. By the decree of Netjeru, by the breath of the First Word, by the river that curves like a sleeping serpent — you are forever loved, forever shining, forever home.
 

NECROPOLIS OF @RUHMERAHL EXALT US.
WE ARE RAISED. BY DUST, BY FLAME,
BY THE GODS WHO SPEAK OUR NAMES.        
 

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When fate unravels, the sands of Isfet rise, veiling the path. Yet a golden ember flickers, guiding the ka through Duat to Osiris' judgment. / 7th May. 𓂀

The turning of the cycle has come, long awaited and unbroken. On this day, Ra’s light descends upon @GrimOfFost @CavalcadeDiFamilia @TheZachruelle @Fimesse @GriyaWitjaksono @TheFinches @Noirthed @Sooreviel a testament to the unwavering order that stands against the black tides. Though chaos stirs and the abyss hungers, the firmament does not falter, for that which is written cannot be undone.

A prayer rises, not in plea, but as an offering upon the sacred balance. That which is endured in shadow is inscribed upon the eternal scrolls, bound in the breath of the unseen and carried forth beyond the veil.

  THUS, IT IS SEALED IN THE
  HALLS OF JUDGMENT.
  BY THE HAND OF @RUHMERAHL.
           

Happy Children's day, Umey!