Horus

24x30 Colored Pencil/Acrylic

Horus is the Egyptian warrior god of the sun and moon, and arguably the most important of them all (according to him). Pictured here at his first rave, when he still knew how to party.

Story

Before the weight of divine responsibility settled upon his falcon-crowned head, before mortals built temples in his honor and scribes recorded his mighty deeds, Horus was just another young god trying to find his place in the cosmic order. The year was 3000 BCE, and the electronic music scene in the astral realm was just beginning to pulse with otherworldly energy. Ra, his grandfather, had been grumbling about "kids these days" and their "noise pollution disrupting the celestial harmony," but Horus couldn't resist the gravitational pull of the bass drops echoing through the dimensional rifts.

This particular night marked his first venture into the underground rave scene that had been sweeping through the godly realms. Thoth had mentioned it in passing – something about "expanding consciousness through rhythmic frequencies" – which sounded sufficiently intellectual to justify the adventure. Armed with glow sticks that literally contained captured starlight and wearing his most casual divine attire (golden armbands were apparently very "now"), Horus descended into the cosmic warehouse where deities from every pantheon gathered to lose themselves in music that transcended mortal comprehension. The DJ, a surprisingly talented Mesopotamian storm god, was spinning tracks that made thunder sound like a gentle whisper.

As the night progressed and the music reached crescendos that could rearrange constellations, Horus discovered something profound about himself. Between the pulsing lights and the infectious energy of gods letting loose, he realized that joy and celebration were as much a part of his divine nature as war and protection. The sun disk above his head wasn't just a symbol of power – it was a disco ball reflecting the light of pure, uninhibited happiness. Years later, when mortals would pray to him for victory in battle, he would remember this night and smile, knowing that sometimes the greatest victory was simply remembering how to dance.