Beneath the Eternal Sun

There was a time, long before the pyramids clawed at the sky or the desert held the secrets of fallen empires within its depths, when the world was young and its sands were untouched. The line between the divine and the human was as thin as the whisper of the desert wind at dusk-an ethereal frontier that few mortals dared to cross and which, over time, would vanish entirely.

In those primordial days, over the burning firmament of Kemet-Egypt, as it would be called centuries later-there reigned in supreme majesty a god whose name was spoken with the deepest reverence and an awe-inspiring dread: Ra. He was the Lord of the Sun, the Maker of Light who, with each new day, awakened the world from its nightly slumber, painting the horizon in shades of gold and crimson.

To a god, centuries were but moments, as fleeting as a desert breeze. Eternity stretched before him like a shoreless ocean, vast and unchanging. But even eternity-as Ra would learn through the bitter passage of eons-carries a hidden price, a shadow that haunts even the brightest light.

Eternity is... lonely.
For among all the lives born and extinguished beneath the incandescent vault of his sun, there was one that compelled him to look not once, but twice, thrice, a thousand times. A woman whose mere presence seemed to alter the very rhythm of the world, whose elegant movements and indomitable spirit were seared into his divine memory.

Her name was Nefertiti.

And when Ra first beheld her, the sun-in an act of divine contemplation-lingered a moment longer than usual before setting, halting its descent so that its lord might prolong his gaze upon her, as if time itself had bent to his will. It was in that moment, beneath a sky stained with purple and gold, that the fates of a god and a mortal were entwined forever.

*Original version in Spanish* -This is the translated version of the story. ☀️. Profoundly hope you enjoy this story as much as I enjoyed writing about it. 🤗💗