The Fifth Jewel

ancient Egypt, 51 b.C


I believe
the first time I knew I was getting murdered
was when Cleopatra uttered her last words.

She was dressed in cotton the day of
Caesar's assassination.

We were in the crowd.

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I'm not in Cairo anymore,
The sun stopped bleeding.


A mirage sways ahead,



I've been murdered.

. . .







I was being sought
after I found The Five Jewels
hidden in the Valley of the Kings.

Who can say if there's any luck left,
where are The Five Jewels now?
They are definitely in wrong hands.
(Sahara, red-tainted)

As I'm getting closer to finding out who killed me
I realized I had replaced the Fifth Jewel.
For me the fifth one is not the biggest in size but the
greatest in soul.

If you ask me 'what does it feels like?',
I can't explain.
My memory floats blurred on the Red Sea.
Maybe Cleopatra's body rests there, I don't know.

Let me explain the importance of the Fifth Jewels.
If you're reading this, you know what I've been through.
You know how much I've come to
love my Jewels.

To have love for the first three would be a foolish thing to say.

But oh, the gods know how much I've felt desire in the last two.
Maybe danger rests in them.
Maybe lust and greed feeds them.

My eyes were mouths when I was murdered.
My body was buried inside of the Great Sphinx.
Therein lies your first assignment.
Go and find my body and you will find the Fifth Jewel within me.
Maybe inside where the secrets died altogether.

Go to the market town of Alexandria and find an old man by the name of
Selim Hassan
Look at him in the eye and say:
"what else could he do?"
He will understand and will give you further directions.

Good luck, friend.
Everything will come together at the end and you'll understand.
Trust me all along the valley, son.
The rain will feed us both, soon.