In the shadows of oblivion, amidst the whispers of forgotten realms, Aser's lament echoed through the veils of eternity. "Who am I," he beseeched Isis, "lost in this kingdom of death, trapped in this alien husk? What sorcery have you wrought upon me? Have you truly resurrected me, only to cast me adrift in this realm of illusions?
The world I once knew fades from my grasp, its very essence cloaked in deception, even the names themselves morphing into unfamiliar echoes. I address you now by different names, recalling a time when our gaze met with a different understanding, garbed in the finery of our ancient dominion, a realm vast and grand, yet a realm that wearied your spirit.
Do you remember it, Aset? My memories are but fragmented whispers, obscured by the fog of my inner sight, veiled in enigmatic imagery. Even my worship has splintered into myriad forms, my existence fractured into countless facets. Tales of my demise echo through the ages, each recounting a different visage and appellation. He who I was, was slain, I am but a specter of the past. Why conjure me forth, knowing full well I shall never return?
Yet our progeny, he shall inherit my mantle, traversing the earth as a regal sovereign in the kingdom of Hemeth, a realm scorched by the relentless passage of epochs, sculpted by the relentless march of time. My love for you endures, Isis, but it shall find renewal in the triumphs of our offspring. He shall establish order and reign supreme over mortals, a sovereign amongst nations, a conquering child of universal might. And when the annals of time decree his downfall, he shall return, heralding the twilight of the ages. Though you may depart this world, your name shall resound, your worship as fervent as the mightiest of beasts.
The world I once knew fades from my grasp, its very essence cloaked in deception, even the names themselves morphing into unfamiliar echoes. I address you now by different names, recalling a time when our gaze met with a different understanding, garbed in the finery of our ancient dominion, a realm vast and grand, yet a realm that wearied your spirit.
Do you remember it, Aset? My memories are but fragmented whispers, obscured by the fog of my inner sight, veiled in enigmatic imagery. Even my worship has splintered into myriad forms, my existence fractured into countless facets. Tales of my demise echo through the ages, each recounting a different visage and appellation. He who I was, was slain, I am but a specter of the past. Why conjure me forth, knowing full well I shall never return?
Yet our progeny, he shall inherit my mantle, traversing the earth as a regal sovereign in the kingdom of Hemeth, a realm scorched by the relentless passage of epochs, sculpted by the relentless march of time. My love for you endures, Isis, but it shall find renewal in the triumphs of our offspring. He shall establish order and reign supreme over mortals, a sovereign amongst nations, a conquering child of universal might. And when the annals of time decree his downfall, he shall return, heralding the twilight of the ages. Though you may depart this world, your name shall resound, your worship as fervent as the mightiest of beasts.
Lo! Behold and hearken unto my voice!
Behold, my son! Yea, behold he who is mine own flesh and essence, arisen and made anew! Aset, lend thine ear to my solemn cry, thou who art called forth from the shadows of the land of no return—my sovereign dominion beyond mortal ken. By thy myriad titles, revered of men, Rūsat, Ūsa, Ēse, Ēse, Isis, or whatsoever tongue may name thee!
Behold, my son! Yea, behold he who is mine own flesh and essence, arisen and made anew! Aset, lend thine ear to my solemn cry, thou who art called forth from the shadows of the land of no return—my sovereign dominion beyond mortal ken. By thy myriad titles, revered of men, Rūsat, Ūsa, Ēse, Ēse, Isis, or whatsoever tongue may name thee!
I summon thee!
He shall fulfill our Magnum Opus, the crowning of our Great Work, the mastery of the Royal Art. Lo, nations shall tremble and crumble, and multitudes shall cry out in awe, hailing his destined return. Lisan al-Ghaib, the Tongue of the Unseen, shall rise and blaze forth as the noonday sun, Ra made flesh upon this mortal plane!
Heru! Come forth! Rise from the shadows and claim thy celestial throne!
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