QT your Egyptian Warrior Queen Kneel, wanderers of the dust, and look upon me. I am she whom the Nile bows to, and the desert is only the hem of my robe. Armies have come to my borders as rivers come to the sea, and like rivers, they ended. Their names are sand now. Their kings are sand. You have marched far, and you are weary. I see it. Your shields are heavy and your gods are silent. So hear what I offer, for I am not cruel to those who are wise. Lay down your spears, and I will give you gold enough to gild your children’s cradles. I will give you cities that glitter at dusk, wine older than your fathers’ fathers, and a place beside my throne where the sun itself will warm your shoulders. All this I give for the price of a single bent knee. Is that so great a cost? What is a knee, when the alternative is the whole of you? For I am also the storm. I am the hand that closes, the sky that falls. Resist me, and I will not strike you down in anger. Anger is for equals. I will simply let history forget you, as the tide forgets a footprint. Choose, then. Choose swiftly, for the sun does not wait, and neither do I. Rise as my servants, and live as gods. Or remain standing, and become legend, in the only way the dead ever do. TFTT @TechDesign00 🫶 Inviting @Malzahran2 @EhabSalahArt @stephenaiart @SFCWrench 😊😘 Everyone's welcome !!