Horus sits almost lifelessly on his cold deck, gazing onwards as the snow and rain fall like they do every year, endlessly. The yearly drowsiness and that deafening silence that nearly swallows up his shallow breaths, the paradise shattering as Amun falls into his line of sight. Hanging upsidedown on the wooden beam above him, Horus slowly lifts his head to meet his smiling eyes with a dry sigh. "You're going to fall." "So what? I'm immortal!" Amun smiles, only to meet your emotionless face.
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