she needed reprieve, needed to find the peak beneath her step once more.

no longer embattled with the lurching march of motherhood, she found the stride fluid and unhindered by wrongful shadows. unburdened. free.

the moon bled against her back, washing the slimness of her figure in electric velvet, pilled with frost and rime of wintry tides. vapors dripped from her snout, spilling out the heat of her breath into the ink of night. but something had changed on the peak. she felt it as she pushed across its atrium and began to ascend to where the sisterhood rested. hesitancy labored the steps, pulling her weight into a brisk halt as the musk wafted into her lungs. her heart wheeled and churned, peeling sensibility and bravado from the very soul.

something that was once lost: dropped into the oceanic swell surrounding the islands, something amunet never thought she'd find again.

she had attempted to forge for herself a future there on the peak. she had made her best to set root, to grow in spite of the lineage that cast her off. any fear of being rejected by the peak evaporated, birthing a newer sense of elation.

amduat.

amduat was finally here.