my whole life is mine, but whoever says so will deprive me,
for it is infinite.
As the voice spoke up behind Amun, he put a steadying hand on the punching bag. It was more for him than the bag, which he'd barely been able to move. Glancing over his shoulder, he regarded the man who'd called out. The potter's eyes flicked to the stranger's arm before traveling up to the other man's face.
Letting out a bark of laughter, Amun nodded. Turning to face the other man, the potter tilted his head to one side. "You're probably right," he admitted. "What kind of help were you thinking?" Crossing his arms, he smiled. "Also, I'm Amun. Recently returned to these parts, don't think we've met yet."
Letting out a bark of laughter, Amun nodded. Turning to face the other man, the potter tilted his head to one side. "You're probably right," he admitted. "What kind of help were you thinking?" Crossing his arms, he smiled. "Also, I'm Amun. Recently returned to these parts, don't think we've met yet."
by being moved I exert my empire,
making the dreams of night real
AMUN
