La peregrina de Atón

Hail, oh Aton, you who appear resplendent in the sky. I, Mutnodjemet, slave, priestess, prostitute and queen, have practiced your faith in secret and have never stopped worshiping you. Today I prostrate myself before you to ask that, in your kingdom, you grant me to meet my sister. The one that must be forgotten. The traitor, the heretic, the usurper. The one that always protected me and that I did not know how to save from death. Nefertiti. My sister represented everything I wanted to be. As a child, she often prayed to the gods begging them to mold me in her image and likeness and to bless me with her extraordinary beauty. What I never wanted was to share that strange prophecy that marked us forever: we would both become queens. This is our story.