Prompt: The sun's funeral
The date palms and lotus plants were arranged fervently throughout the temple. The smell of Kapet incense clouded the room, attempting to purify the minds of the Kamau that gathered there as it mixed with the redolence of the frankincense.
The tapestry that lay below the feet of the temple dwellers was especially radiant this evening as the light from the lanterns touched them, causing their colors to be even more brilliant.
The hieroglyphs on the walls surrounding the Kamau, the people, danced along to the sound of the drums, lyres and flutes. The Kamau danced with them.
Not a tear was in sight as this evening was driven by the energy of the celebration of life, not death. Every day is a preparation for the night to follow. Every death is a transition into the next life.
The sounds of the the instruments lowered, but continued their song as the Kamau shifted their attention from dancing to singing, chanting.
Aten is setting. Aten is resting. At dusk we have the funeral of the sun. The energy of the day has died and we dance joyously into the movement of the night. Tomorrow we will celebrate the birth, the return of the light, until then, we will dream through the night.
As the celebration quieted down, the night fell deeper. The Kamau rearranged the temple to suit the festival of the moon. Again they'd dance, dance until it was time to travel into the land of dreams.
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