Enter Kings Rezzable

It's not dark, it's light, even against the background of night. I stepped onto the nebula and was reminded of my first starwatch on top of Mauna Kea as a girl. The sky was stunning, awash with more stars than I thought existed. It made me realize that the light that humans create is everywhere, in this day and age. Once upon a time, however, the world was dark at night, except for the stars.

Then, the mask of King Tut rose before me, floating in surreal peace in the middle of the void. Spirals of a galaxy stretched beneath my feet, beckoning me downward (if space has a down) toward...something. The walk is long but interesting. Along the way are artifacts, shards and relics, knives and jewels and holy things.

The stars are in motion while the relics are not. They hover in stasis, perfect three-dimensional replicas, more fun than any photograph. I ponder that it must be like sculpting to create such things in Second Life -- not simply art, but carving.

On my walk, I had plenty of time for reflection. I sometimes think that the Egyptians, while seeming macabre, had the healthiest attitude toward death. They lived under its shadow, not denying that it would happen but paying homage to both sides of life. They made houses for the living, and even greater ones for the dead -- after all, one is dead far longer than one is alive.

Then I saw a big red nebula, and a white wormhole, and I walked through it as if through a birth canal. On the other side...a cool museum, almost like a tomb to the artifacts within. Was I in a strange heaven, some kind of Las Vegas showroom of the afterlife...? 

Whups, a teleport. Down on the ground again. I stepped onto the runway for the fashion show and looked around. The models will be emerging from the sun, their steps descending over the nile. My brain raced with poetry. Was I thinking of Langston Hughes?

I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young.

I built my hut near the Congo and it lulled me to sleep.

I looked upon the Nile and raised the pyramids above it.

No, it's Nikki Giovanni's Ego Trip that best suited the scene:

My oldest daughter is nefertiti; the tears from my birth pains created the nile.

I am a beautiful woman! I gazed on the forest and burned out the sahara desert.

Poking around the internet, I learned that Egypt and fashion go well together. Vain people, the Egyptians -- apparently men and women rocked the eyeliner, even if life was clothing-optional until you hit puberty. Warmth and the slim beauty of the people (a perfect mix of north and south at the top edge of Africa) and a dedication to art created a culture of fashion in Egypt, one that reminds me of Second Life. Here we are in a similar warm petri dish of creativity, soaking up the rays of the imaginary sun.

I walked near the river, garbed like an Egyptian queen in Nicky Ree's dress, my skin a soft mocha from PXL creations. I remembered that Egyptians are best known for their sun-golden eyes... .

"Kings" is opening to the public soon. For more information, keep an eye on rezzable.com/egypt and the Rezzable blog.