Greetings, you insignificant, impoverished
mortals, my loyal followers

In the silence where time bows to my
greatness, a year is but a moment in the
eternal sunset of Amun, and my return is as
inevitable as the rising of Ra over the black Nile.

Rise from the dust, eternal throne of
aesthetics, where, like the sun god, light is
born from the depths of night

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illuminate souls in your divine radiance