Ptah, The Divine Architect, exists. Existed? Ptah died and rose again. He died again. How? He did not know. Why? He did not know. Was it Ra, Amun, or any other of gods? He did not know. Was it Enlil, Zeus, or any other foreign god. He did not know. Why is he in this primordial void? He did know. Why did he not feel anything, no smell, no touch, no sight, no sound, no taste. He did not know.
"Kek!" He tried to yell out. Yet no one responded. Did he even say it? He spoke again "Who put me here?" He tried once again. Yet no one responded. Is time passing? How long has he been here? Was he real? Is this what happens when gods truly die? Will he be brought back as Osiris was. Did he feel this? Is that why he was shaken? Was that why he craved everything and settled with anything? Was this a punishment? But by who? Was it by that new God? Yahweh? Was his name Elo? He claimed he was the One? Was he the One? Was He? Was his name Ptah? Amun? Khaos? Tiamat? Who was he thinking about? Who is he? He was?
He had a wife? Was that a wish? Was that reality? He had a son? Was he a Lotus? Was that true? Was he human? Was he real? He had two sons? Flower Born and Sage? Sage isn't right? Imo? Arch? Agf dj tuil? Kas of hj? Memory hgie? Time hgie?
Was he real? Who was He? Memory Gone? Time gone?
Kas was Kas? Kas of hj? Something new happened this time, after years (Days? Months? Time? Hours? Seconds? Minutes? What was time?), he finally felt something, it was a sensation, it was different from the sensations he had felt before. Right? A sound, much like that of a bell, rang throughout his mind followed by a voice. Familiar? Yes? Mother? Wife? Daughter? Enemy? It spoke, its voice addicting, "Hello, I am Tuil." It spoke in his broken language, half of the words have been forgotten and a quarter of letters and sounds forgotten as well, "I am here to help you." Kas imagined a being suited for the voice, smiling kind and divine, "Would you like out of here?" Kas spoke "Ka" or yes, Kas is Ka, "Gju" or begging, Ka spoke again "Ka gju!" pleading to the voice "Okay." The voice spoke, "To think Ptah could become this." it mumbled.
Kas opened his eyes to see a void, somehow different but somehow the same as the last one, and shining blue light. See? Light? He tried to approach it, it didn't work, and he tried again, and that time it did work. Moving? The blue light morphed into a square object a dozen or so centimeters thick and transparent. Was it? Was he insane? Seeing things not tuil?
He looked upon the square it said, in Kajri or his broken language made from forgetting, 'Welcome Kas use Creation to relieve yourself of this torture.' he looked more and saw the forgein word elsewhere "Creation?" Kas mumbled "Is?" He saw Creation and tried to touch it. He felt the silky square. Feel? Suddenly Earth was made, brown and hard. Kas was made physical. Kas was tall (Was he?) and skinny with some muscle. He had black hair, as dark(Was nothing dark?) as the void he was in, and green eyes, as green as the grass which was yet to be created.
He looked at the world "Dark?" He remembered the word as it was the closest thing he could use to describe the void. He shuddered at the broken remnants of his previous life. Was he still him or was he different? He yelled "Tuil!" and so he created Tuil, exactly as he imagined. Blonde hair, as bright as the sun, olive skin, black eyes, a body worth the world, an aura able to conquer all that existed. Tuil spoke her voice as addicting as ever, "Kas," she softly caressed his face "Whatever you may need I will provide, unless only you can do it, I will advise and help in any way possible." Kas spoke "Dark, need to get rid of Dark." Tuil spoke, caressing his shoulders this time, "Kas, I can not do that." Kas was surprised, not obviously but noticeably, "Look at the sky." She guided his head, "Now imagine the Sun in all its glory. Imagine it in different forms. Make an Immortal of the Sun. Will it be Human? Female? Male? Animal?" Kas imagined the brilliant sun followed by a brilliant man. The man's hair went to his back, the hair made of fire, his face hardened and stoic, his physical body rivaled even Heracles in strength. The Sun appeared and so did the man, "Kas what will you name your child?" Tuil spoke "Arch." Kas nodded, as if uncertain, the man spoke, his voice bellowing throughout the day sky, "Father," he bowed, "What is your name?" Kas spoke "Kas."