10/9/2025, 3:09 PM
this moon.
this moon, it hung wide and silent and red. sitamun stared at its roundness with apprehension and with wonder. the fellahin had gone just outside the camp to bury debris, but when the task was finished, transfixed and speechless she had looked to the sky.
for these past months, she had bent her head in service to the Great Royal Wife, to the needs of satriya. those longings which eked out from around her tightened constraints were not turned toward her goddess, but toward pleasures of the flesh.
radiant! the moon seemed to turn its crimson face upon sitamun. Khonsu bleeds. perhaps it is Set's teeth which have torn the god.
this thought was not her own, and after a breathless moment sitamun prostrated herself. Nephthys was wife to Set, and so her voice might give life as avatar for her patronness, pleading for the Dread One to turn these strikes away from his fellow siblings.
and yet! and yet! her voice found a sliver of old teaching, faded;
did Khonsu bleed or was it Iah?
this moon, it hung wide and silent and red. sitamun stared at its roundness with apprehension and with wonder. the fellahin had gone just outside the camp to bury debris, but when the task was finished, transfixed and speechless she had looked to the sky.
for these past months, she had bent her head in service to the Great Royal Wife, to the needs of satriya. those longings which eked out from around her tightened constraints were not turned toward her goddess, but toward pleasures of the flesh.
radiant! the moon seemed to turn its crimson face upon sitamun. Khonsu bleeds. perhaps it is Set's teeth which have torn the god.
this thought was not her own, and after a breathless moment sitamun prostrated herself. Nephthys was wife to Set, and so her voice might give life as avatar for her patronness, pleading for the Dread One to turn these strikes away from his fellow siblings.
and yet! and yet! her voice found a sliver of old teaching, faded;
did Khonsu bleed or was it Iah?
