Within this temple dwells the ḥry-sštʾ, master of the secret things. Speak your name, enter, and the High Priest will read what the night has shown you — through the sacred formulae unchanged since the age of Ramesses.
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Your words are spoken to the priest alone. No dreams, names, or offerings are recorded upon any scroll — when you leave the temple, the silence returns. Even Ra, who sees all, does not store your data.