cleoprata

I hope it's not a premonition.

You are the reincarnation of Isis.

Maybe the gods are trying to warn you of some imminent danger.

We are both in Rome now.

And Romans practice another religion.

Like so many other things, Romans prohibit our religion.

Theirs is the only way.

Anything that does not conform to their beliefs is forbidden.

Religious, legal and political ideas.

I miss Egyptian soil.

It's such a waste of time, so boring sitting around doing nothing in Rome on the Tiber.

What a ghastly place it is, so grandiose but awful.

Will I ever see my homeland again?

What have I come to do here? It's pointless.

In this horrible place I'm nothing.

It's an impossible position.

Oh, Isis, gentle goddess, why do you torture my nights?

Why deny me the serenity that other women enjoy?

Have I incurred your wrath that you fill my mind with fearful images?

Oh, Isis, what must be done to obtain your good graces?

Reveal your secret, so that I can offer you my devotion.

Let me know, oh mother of the world, mother of creation.

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