The halls of justice were empty. The last case for today was closed, and even the restless Horus seemed to have finally calmed down, retiring to his chambers. Maat, the goddess of truth and justice, leaned back wearily on her throne, feeling the weight of the crown pressing on her temples. The feathers of truth, resting on the scales of justice, trembled slightly, as if echoing her fatigue. She closed her eyes, imagining how He was probably sitting in his library, surrounded by papyrus scrolls, and a slight smile touched her lips.

Suddenly, a light rustle of clothes broke the silence. Maat opened her eyes and saw Thoth standing in front of her. He didn't have the usual scroll in his hands, instead he held a small, exquisitely crafted casket. His gaze, usually calm and focused, shone with a soft warmth today.

– "Maat," – he said softly, coming closer and handing her the casket. – "I know how tired you are. This is for you."

Maat accepted the gift with surprise. The casket was made of dark wood inlaid with silver, and it exuded a delicate lotus fragrance. When she opened it, she saw a delicate, iridescent feather inside. It didn't look like the feathers of truth, it radiated a soft, soothing light.

– "What is it?" – "Maat whispered, mesmerized by the beauty of the feather.*

– "The feather of harmony," – he replied, his voice low and velvety. – "It will help you regain your strength and find peace." – He paused, and his gaze met Maat's. – "I created it myself... for you."

At that moment, something seemed to change in the hall. The air became thicker, filled with unspoken feelings. Maat felt her heart beat faster.

– "Thoth..." – she smiled at him, touching his hand with hers.