A dream. Like all other dreams, came from nowhere, with no sign or left any of its traces behind.
It came and went, like all the others.
I was in the mind of an old dying man. One who had accomplished many things in his life, one who was the greatest of them all. One who died without regrets.
I was in the mind of a man full of wisdom, full of knowledge, but not life.
He yearned for immortality for he knew his time was coming to an end.
He was wise enough not to fight a battle he can't win.
He knew that he was going, but the question then was what to leave behind.
Like all the others, he worshipped the sun.
The sun brings life to all.
This man lay awake at sunset, and he saw stairs coming up from the ground towards the sun.
"A stairway to the sun..." he thought.
"I will leave behind, a stairway to the sun, for i had proven better than my predecessor, and no other shall succeed over me"
Thus huge steps were built, narrowing at the top where it represents the incredible distance, and contrary to most beliefs, the people were honoured to build it. They were not slaves, they were his people, and that was the last time they could serve him.
Much of the construction was in sorrow. They knew the reality of what they were building.
One the king has been buried in the building, they sealed the steps with limestone, so no one could follow behind him, and so that he could not turn back from his journey to the sun.
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