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The Rose in the Mausoleum of Heka
In a overgrown garden, forgotten and still, behind crumbling gates not far from the Nile lies the entrance to a mausoleum, hieroglyphs of Heka in the entrance hall, through which the dead speak with the gods, illustrated with entwined snakes depicting medical rites up to the present day, as a creator of things also portrayed. Hekate, the name of the female deity with the same function and ability.
As you enter the cool mausoleum, incense wafts up to you at first, dusty and heavy from the depths of the cellar over candlelit damp steps. There is also the scent of the patchouli of the dead, but smeared with nuances of amber and roses, which in a wild struggle seem to want to suffocate each other. A dusty hour wandering through threads that you innocently pick up, wherever they may lead, you descend into the vaults and realize that no battle takes place here anymore.
Here in the darkness, a rose begins to bloom, its blue-violet light glowing, nourished by spicy honey that flows in viscous streams from the solidified resins below, cascading over stone or earth around the roots of this radiant honey rose. Thus Heka/te magically brings it to life, it sparkles for hours, the incense dissipates, the glowing colors of amber shift into the blue-violet, almost fruity streaks of the dark-scented blossom, which now lies like a tattoo on your skin and only slowly fades, passes away and wafts in warm ambered red.
(With thanks to Gschpusi)
As you enter the cool mausoleum, incense wafts up to you at first, dusty and heavy from the depths of the cellar over candlelit damp steps. There is also the scent of the patchouli of the dead, but smeared with nuances of amber and roses, which in a wild struggle seem to want to suffocate each other. A dusty hour wandering through threads that you innocently pick up, wherever they may lead, you descend into the vaults and realize that no battle takes place here anymore.
Here in the darkness, a rose begins to bloom, its blue-violet light glowing, nourished by spicy honey that flows in viscous streams from the solidified resins below, cascading over stone or earth around the roots of this radiant honey rose. Thus Heka/te magically brings it to life, it sparkles for hours, the incense dissipates, the glowing colors of amber shift into the blue-violet, almost fruity streaks of the dark-scented blossom, which now lies like a tattoo on your skin and only slowly fades, passes away and wafts in warm ambered red.
(With thanks to Gschpusi)
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