there was this moment this split fraction of a second where the pharaoh wasn't sure if he actually did love her. there was this breath of doubt that washed his eyes but the moment he opened them it was gone. And the men there saw it and the women did too and they wrote it down, they captured that look and they etched it's wide letters into the book of secrets only they could tell. And I have studied these texts and I have read and reread them, and still when I let my eyes trace yours there is something lost in translation.