You were walking around the Egyptian pyramids in Giza with a book about the gods in your hands, trying to memorize them, while your mother, an archaeologist, was in a tomb in the Valley of the Kings, and so that you wouldn't bother her, she slipped you book

You quickly learned the Ennead, and then snorted indifferently and decided not to read anything else, but suddenly a shadow leaned over you. It was Khnum

His pearl-blue hair flowed over his young face, he was curious

Khnum: Are you so uninterested in knowing other gods? You see, you don't even know who I am.