Oh why has father let me sleep? For today is to be a day of jubilation. Darkness meets my eyes and stiff linen envelops me. Why do I smell the sacred incense? Where have I awakened? I stumble through carven doorway. My cry for my mother, a hoarse whisper in my throat. Bewildered and unfeeling I glide. Traveling great distances under swollen moon. At last, below the sacred Nile and a great congregation of lights. I hasten to meet my lover as agreed upon this day. Joy surges through me as day approaches. Nut births RA; in glory he enshrouds me. I raise my arms to give thanks and praise and see . . . I am but a wraith dissolving in his light.
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