Chapter 20: The Dorian Collective

The Blessed Framework

Upper Egypt

1213 BC

Ramses fell asleep by the lotus gardens. It hadn’t been his intention, but old age sets quickly in men lost in their twilight years. It wasn’t his failing body he resented most, it was the insatiable fatigue that kept his thoughts in a foggy drift. It muted him, made him feel like a non-person. He fought it, understanding—more than anybody—that no one really fights death, just struggles against its current until they’re washed away, like splinters of driftwood.