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Hymn of Atum

“What passes, what is and what will be is the stuff of Atum's dreams. One day he’ll wake and all he has made to flourish will wither. He will coil round himself, a snake devouring his children, then slither away with us all in his belly. And we shall go away with him knowing what a good dream it was. Atum sleeps. And a new dream begins.”

Hymns of Atum