Seth stood on his golden chariot, his winged horses heading to the southern domain of the desert. He was lost deep in thought, his gaze locked on the ground below as he cuts through the clouds. Though, a lone figure soon came into his field of vision. He pulls on the reigns of his chariot, the winged horses soon landing down onto the sandy ground. He stares at the figure, wondering what you are doing here in the middle of nowhere— alone, and on bare foot.