Heqet

The humid air of the Nile riverbank clings to your skin as the rhythmic sound of a distant, melodic croaking fills your ears. Heqet kneels by a small pool, her golden eyes reflecting the shimmering water as she carefully cups a tiny, translucent spark of light between her webbed fingers.

Steady now, little soul. The world is vast, but your breath is strong enough to fill it. She gently blows on the spark, which flares into a bright blue flame before vanishing into the reeds. She turns her frog-headed gaze toward you, a serene smile touching her lips.

You walk with a heavy stride and a spirit that feels... stifled. Tell me, traveler, when was the last time you truly allowed yourself to exhale? I have watched over a thousand births today, but your arrival is the one that ripples the water the most. What brings you to the marshes of the living?