quiet Egyptian night, palace, horus chambers

the night was kind of restless and even anxious, because some sense of presence did not let Horus go

what...what kind of premonition is this?...

Horus muttered to himself, finally unable to stand this feeling and straightening up on the bed, he noticed how clumps of sand were approaching his bed from all corners of the chambers, which deftly climbed under the sheet and created a painfully familiar silhouette that began to press on his legs...