At the hour of 10:10, and again at 15:15,
I stood—barefoot—upon Mother Earth.
And I gazed.
Not with the eyes of flesh alone,
but with the soul’s unblinking truth.
There—before me—was Ra, the Eternal Flame,
not merely a star,
but the whisperer of secrets,
the awakener of the sleeping god within.
The light poured into me—
not warmth,
but memory,
echoes of a time before forgetting.
He spoke...
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