Nefretiri
I awoke in bed, the dream making my heart ache for the millionth time.
It was only in my dreams that I remembered who I truly was, and even then, it was becoming more difficult to believe it had ever been true. How could it be when it made no rational sense? That was the price of living as flesh and blood; with each passing day, you forgot the life you'd lived before, even if you were, as the humans called it, a god. In my heart, I knew I was not ordinary, but the idea that I was a child of the cosmos felt laughable.
Ancient truths became obscurities and denial in exchange for a simpler way of being.
