[the dreaming and the open. senmut did not close his eyes as he surrendered to the burning cold of that rushing fire, drawn without hesitation by the fervency of his own heart -- and a conception that if he could find his daughter's mother, all might be restored for aiesha. shouting. howling. the Sun cried in senmut's very marrow and he winced, staggering into someone only to pull away -- somewhere, someone sang. no -- two sang, and one with a voice so familiar that the former pharaoh caught his breath. Ra bellowed with ire -- Your heart dilated in the Mandjet boat.. and here senmut began to sing, unknowing of who carried the voice, only letting his resonant own carry up and up that beautiful voice to the place of the barge and the holy light. he knew this hymn, heard machiavelli's tones, sang harder to the Sun which groaned to be free.]

the dreaming and the open.

senmut did not close his eyes as he surrendered to the burning cold of that rushing fire, drawn without hesitation by the fervency of his own heart -- and a conception that if he could find his daughter's mother, all might be restored for aiesha.

shouting. howling. the Sun cried in senmut's very marrow and he winced, staggering into someone only to pull away --

somewhere, someone sang. no -- two sang, and one with a voice so familiar that the former pharaoh caught his breath. Ra bellowed with ire --

Your heart dilated in the Mandjet boat..

and here senmut began to sing, unknowing of who carried the voice, only letting his resonant own carry up and up that beautiful voice to the place of the barge and the holy light. he knew this hymn, heard machiavelli's tones, sang harder to the Sun which groaned to be free.