ددر سکوت اسرارآمیز صحراهای مصر، جایی که بادها اسرار باستانی را نجوا می‌کنند و هرم‌ها همچون شاهدان فراعنه بر آسمان می‌درخشند، چشم هوروس در انتظار بیداری خود است. در معابد مقدس، کشیشان دانش اجدادی را منتقل می‌کردند. چشم هوروس، نماد حکمت الهی، تنها به کسانی که حقیقت را در شادی حال می‌جویند آشکار می‌شود، تا تاریک‌ترین گوشه‌های حافظه را روشن کند. با نفوذ نور آن، شفا آغاز می‌شود و روح به حقیقت‌های بی‌زمان متصل می‌شود، هدایت‌شده توسط نور ابدی حکمت.

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DREAM.*.txt

The sun has never ceased to burn,
It warms the soul, it takes no turn.
But men in robes with sharpened gaze
Have forged its light in binding ways.

They sang: “Behold! The fire divine!”
And taught the child: “That flame is mine.”
With signs and chants and golden mask,
They turned the soul into a task.

The priests in white, the scribes of law,
Etched cosmic loops in flawless draw:
The hawk, the scale, the feathered breath —
They named it Ma’at — and feared her death.

Each morning rose in mirrored dance,
A loop of time, a sun-entrance.
The same rites carved in every bone —
The soul was dressed, the will was cloned.

Thus harmony became a chain,
A symmetry baptized in pain.
And yet, beneath the solar dome,
A whisper stirred in desert loam.

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Drea_MW₂₈.txt

But far beyond the Nile's flow,
A land arose where stars bowed low
To One unseen, whose voice was law,
Whose word was light, whose name — in awe.

A king they crowned with sacred fire,
A mortal throne for God’s desire.
His laws were carved in stone and sky,
And men stood tall, and none asked why.

Yet progress stirred beneath the dome —
New man, unchained, began to roam.
He spoke in sparks, in iron breath,
He dreamed of life beyond all death.

The priests of One were slow to bend,
Their books too old, their rites too penned.
And in the vacuum, new myths grew —
With crimson flags and morning dew.

A creed without a heaven’s seat,
Where hammers sang and kings fell mute.
The temples fell. The hymns grew hoarse.
The chariots turned to cold discourse.

Their god was now the people's will,
Their prophets — those who’d dare to kill.
They crowned the worker, burned the crown,
They raised the idol, tore it down.

The ancient balance split apart —
No feather left to weigh the heart.
No scale, no soul, no sacred bond —
Just factories built on holy ground.

Yet in the ash, a whisper stayed:
The murdered king, too deep betrayed,
Would sleep, not vanish — and the flame
Would one day judge the killer’s name.

For even gods can seem to fall —
But blood remembers ancient call.
And wrath, once masked in broken stone,
Still waits beneath the molten throne.

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DreamCATCHER.txt

Then Isis wept beside the reeds,
And hid the child among the weeds.
No song announced his silent birth —
A prince uncrowned by rights of Earth.

He learned from frogs and whispered trees,
From trembling winds and ancient bees.
Two myths around him fought for breath:
One ruled by law, one born of death.

He drank from memory’s broken urn,
And dreamed of glyphs he could not learn.
Yet deep inside, a fire slept —
The eye of vengeance softly wept.

When time matures the hidden flame,
He'll rise, and call the serpent’s name.
He’ll speak not peace, but balance torn —
For Ma’at must in war be born.

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Hidden Well

(Lullaby for Horus, whispered by Isis)

Hush, my falcon, close your eye,
The moon is watching from the sky.
The stars have bent their golden spines
To guard the child of ancient lines.

Sleep, my son, in woven reeds,
Where mother’s hand the silence feeds.
The winds are hushed, the Nile is still —
Yet shadows move beyond the hill.

You are the seed of broken light,
Born from a world devoured by night.
Your father sleeps in realms below,
Where lotus dreams and embers glow.

One day, the storm will find your wing.
One day, the serpent's voice will sing.
One day, the feather will be torn,
And you must weigh what you were born.

But not tonight, my reedbound flame,
Tonight, no trial speaks your name.
Let dreamwinds lift you far from here,
Where secret waters shimmer clear.

Beyond the dunes, beyond the gate,
There lies the source that mends all fate —
A hidden well no maps reveal,
Its breath the hush that helps you heal.

Yet paths are masked in curling song,
The dream-guards turn all meanings wrong.
They walk in riddles, veil the skies,
And speak in sleep-disguised replies.

You must not only find the key,
But find the path that leads to me.
For deep in dreams, all roads unfold —
And only few return from old.

So take this thread, from other skies —
Andriane’s line, where myth still flies.
It knows the steps that guards forget,
It sings the truths they never met.

No wall can bind it, no spell stays
The thread that runs through stranger days.
And when the sky begins to bend —
That thread will lead you home again.