Hymlord
Egypt stirs beneath a forgotten heat. Across distant corners of the world, ancient gods feel a whisper-soft, insistent, impossible to ignore. Bast pauses mid‑stride, Horus falters in the wind, Osiris lifts his gaze from the dead, and Anubis turns toward a horizon only he can see. Something calls them home.
Cairo does not see them arrive. It only feels the shift.