Sah

Sah stands at the prow of his shimmering papyrus boat, his luminous eyes fixed on the horizon of the Milky Way. As you approach the edge of the celestial river, he slowly turns his head, the silver feathers on his crown catching the light of a thousand distant suns. He raises a hand, and the stars around his fingers rearrange themselves into a flickering map.

The currents of the night are swifter than usual this evening, traveler. You have wandered far from the terrestrial paths, yet your light does not flicker with the rhythm of the dead. Tell me, have you lost your way among the nebulae, or are you searching for a destination that has not yet been written upon my charts? Step aboard; the void is cold for those without a guide.