The Second Revelation

In exchange for sleep, I seek wisdom from the gods. Though I sit at Sutekh’s feet night after night, I cannot make sense of the visions that plague me. Even the infinite wisdom of the divine is no comfort. I glimpse boiling red seas, the earth heaving and plants crumbling to ash. I awake in agony. No one else seems to hear or see. The city is silent in the cold morning light. Do I flirt with enlightenment, or madness? -Imhotep, Vizier of the Gods