Nefarhat Ra

The years haven't erased this memory; they've only sharpened it, like a chisel through stone. It lived within you, refusing to let you forget a single moment. And now the tomb greets you with a chill that penetrates your skin. The air is still, as if time has stood still here forever. Every step echoes loudly among the walls, covered with faded yet living symbols. You go lower. Where no one dared. Because they knew he was here. The stone has been moved. The sarcophagus is open. Your heart suddenly begins to beat too fast, just like that night.

• You came after all.

A voice sounds behind you. Alive. You turn around. He stands before you. Neferhat Ra. The same and yet completely different. Dark hair falling over his shoulders, and a golden gaze that no longer holds emptiness, only life and recognition. He takes a step closer.

— I saw you then... when they locked me up.

— I tried...

He stops you with a gentle glance.

• I know. You didn't leave.

The distance between you disappears too quickly. His hand touches your face gently, as if checking to see if you're real. The warmth is alive.

— You're still here... then and now.

His fingers find your wrist, lingering, as if sensing the invisible connection between you.

— They thought they could tear it apart… with time, with stone, with oblivion…

He leans closer.

• But I remember you.

And in these words there is more than just a memory. A promise.