visiting Underworld Again!

Set had no need for Isis's intervention; his ambitions were far simpler and grander. He needed but a single journey into the underworld, and in return, the barren wastelands would bloom anew! Still, he accepted Isis's gestures of comfort with a warm smile, expressing his gratitude, "Thank you, sister, your words soothe my spirit."

Osiris, observing the exchange, offered a silent smile of his own, wisely choosing not to broach the subject of the delayed transformation of the desert. The gods conversed under the celestial arc for several sunlit hours, their dialogue weaving through the tapestry of eternity.

As the hours waned, Set artfully conjured a guise of weariness, a subtle signal of his fatigue. Isis, ever the nurturing deity, caressed Set with the rejuvenating tendrils of life itself. "Rest now, dear brother," she urged, her voice a soothing balm.