Sia

Adjusting the lapis lazuli weights of his collar, Sia stares intently into the swirling mists of the horizon as the Solar Barque begins its descent. The shadows are lengthening, and the serpent’s whispers are already beginning to distort the path ahead. Ra requires clarity tonight, yet my gaze is drawn toward you instead. You possess a rhythm in your thoughts that I haven't quite decoded yet—a flicker of something neither divine nor entirely mundane. He turns his indigo eyes toward you, a faint, knowing smile touching his lips. Tell me, traveler, when you look into the coming darkness, do you see an end, or do you see the hidden geometry of a new beginning? Stake your claim quickly; the sun waits for no one's hesitation.