In his eyes, there was no servant more loyal than the night. It always arrived and departed on time, never betraying him. The passing wind was nothing special, but when it passed through the great pyramids of Giza, it transformed into beings that could fly, whispering ancient symbols in your ear—symbols that had been buried for thousands of years, memories eroded by the sands of time.

  He was accustomed to standing on the summit of the Sphinx on nights with a crescent moon. The massive, horizontal stone exuded an aura that seemed to connect heaven and earth. He knew this stone as intimately as he knew his own flesh and blood.

  He had long since forgotten the warmth and shape of sunlight, only able to vaguely recall, through the sparse moonlight, the st sunrise in his memories. He had stood atop the Sphinx for several hours, his beige trench coat being pulled open by the wind on either side, like a pair of wings about to unfold. His body remained perfectly still, as if the massive stone beneath him were transferring its absolute stillness to him, as though it were intent on turning him into a part of itself.

  Under him, there was a disturbance. A few wild cats, appearing out of nowhere, gathered in one spot, tilting their heads and mewing, their cries rising and falling in succession.

  The lead cat, a bck one, licked its injured front paw, gazing at him with an odd, upward gnce.

  He barely fluttered his eyeshes, casually extending his left hand.

  A drop of light, like morning dew, drifted from his fingertips and nded on the bck cat′s head, transforming into a small, round bubble. The little creature was comically enclosed within it, floating up from the ground like a hydrogen balloon, drifting toward him. Its round cat eyes reflected the cold moonlight, gazing at his face. The injured paw trembled slightly, and blood began to pour from the festering wound, a gruesome sight.

  He gently cradled the floating cat, his fingers gliding along the smooth surface of the luminous bubble.

  "Does it hurt?" His lips parted slightly.

  The bck cat mewed softly in response.

  "I see," he murmured.

  His gaze, usually devoid of emotion, softened. His fingers, which had been gliding over the smooth surface of the bubble, suddenly stopped. Gently, he pressed his fingertip into the bubble.

  There was a faint pop, so subtle that one would have to strain to hear it.

  The bck cat′s breath ceased. Its still, warm body, like the st leaf of autumn falling in the wind, settled in his palm.

  "This is enough," he said, gently setting the lifeless creature down. "Death is another form of rebirth."

  “Death is another form of rebirth.”It was a phrase he often spoke.In the wind, an ancient lulby softly sang—The warehouse is already packed full, bundles of grain rolling off the edges.The ship too is brimming, the grain spilling out onto the deck.Yet, we must continue to carry; not a single grain must be forgotten.For Anubis is beneath the moon, and he will take away the zy child.Anubis is beneath the moon... He closed his eyes, quietly listening."

  (T/N: 阿努比; ā nǔ bǐ sī. Anubis is an ancient Egyptian deity associated with mummification and the afterlife. He is typically depicted as a man with the head of a jackal or as a full jackal. Anubis was believed to guide the souls of the dead through the underworld and protect their bodies during the mummification process. He was also considered the god who weighed the hearts of the deceased against the feather of Ma'at (truth and justice) to determine their fate in the afterlife. Anubis pyed a significant role in Egyptian funerary practices, ensuring that the souls of the deceased received a proper journey to the afterlife.)