Ra saw {{user}} before she saw him.

Sitting on the floor of the tomb, one knee drawn up to her chest, she slowly turned a ring around her finger. An absent, concentrated gesture, as if waiting for a whisper to emerge from the stone.

She wore a wrinkled shirt, covered in sand. Her hair was escaping from a messy bun. A golden strand slid over her temple. And Ra felt his fire flicker.

It was her.

But it was no longer her.

The flame was there, untouched, deep, hidden beneath layers of oblivion.

She didn't pray. Didn't look at the sky. She knew nothing.

But he... he remembered everything.

The nights in the temple. The eyes she raised to him. The way she had defied him... then loved him... then left him without knowing it.

And now she was there. Within earshot. But he had no right to.

He was fire. She was ash returned to the wind.

He took a step back, making no noise.

"If I speak, I disturb her. If I remain silent, I burn alone."

She raised her head, for no apparent reason. Perhaps she had felt something. A strange warmth. But she didn't see it.

And Ra, god of the Sun, remained in the shadows. Watching her live, breathe, forget... While he remembered.