The air of the Duat is neither dank nor fetid
There are no winds to howl or mist to confuse.
Stillness reigns; the very air is waiting to become
Serenity permeates the expectant traveler
As you draw closer to Ausar urgency stirs
Vibrancy excites; you feel the deep breath of life
We inhale the possibility of the next incarnation
Rebirth - fragrant of the first lotus - intoxicating
~~Thy Daughter
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