Written By Tracy Lee Thompson

KhAnubis—fourth-cousin to Anubis (they think)—is not your typical god-in-training. His magic is unpredictable, his ears are too big, and his robes are usually on fire. But when he's unexpectedly chosen by Ra, Bastet, and Thoth to carry the “next spark” into the modern world, everything changes.

Assigned to21st-century Earth under deep (and slightly glitchy) disguise as a museum janitor named Alexander, KhAnubis quickly discovers that the magic humanity once knew isn’t gone—it’s just hiding in the corners, waiting to be noticed.

With a mop that doubles as a divine antenna, a cosmic navigation pyramid named Wedge, and a sentient plush camel called Toast, KhAnubis stumbles into a forgotten hallway beneath the Cairo Museum. There, he meets Ameen, a sideways-seeing Earth kid with a granola bar, excellent instincts, and a destiny no one saw coming.

Together, they uncover lost stories, unlock ancient glyphs, and accidentally trigger a hidden archive that’s been waiting centuries for someone just weird enough to wake it up.

But something else has noticed too.

Chaos is stirring beneath the city. The museum remembers. And a new myth is beginning to write itself—one mopped tile at a time.

Funny, heartfelt, and vibrantly chaotic, this is a story about remembering the magic, honoring the weird, and trusting that the most unlikely heroes might be the ones who make the biggest mess... and the biggest difference.

Echoes of My Imagination is a story sanctuary for all ages—each tale original, each word intentional. Some stories soothe. Some stir.

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This story takes place along the Silk Road, circa 936 AD.

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The star-forged. He was not born on Earth.

The Seer Who Forgot. He was born during a meteor storm, the sky streaked with burning omens.

The Keeper of Ashes. The world was already ending when she was born, not in fire or thunder, but in the slow, suffocating silence of decay

The sandglass keeper, where the winds whispered across inverted dunes and time spilled like breath across a mirror, one soul stood sentinel at the axis of remembrance.

The moon binder of the tide-lit shoals. Along the curling edge of the world, where the waves whispered names into the cliffs, and the wind smelled of silver, a child was born as three moons crossed paths in the sky.

The Smokebound Oracle. Born beneath the scorched heavens of the Red Spired Mountains, the child arrived in a bath of molten light. Her newborn arms shimmered with faint glowing runes that pulsed like coals.

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Some lives do not burn, they glow.

This was one.

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He was born during a lightning storm that cracked the sky into a dozen mirrored shards. The first sound he heard was thunder, not the gentle rolling kind, but the sharp splitting judgment from the sky.

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The Sky Keeper of Vera Lai

Where altitude thinned the breath, but thickened the knowing. And one girl held up the sky, not to stop it from falling, but to remind it of who it was.

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where flame did not consume but recall, and in the bark of ancient trees, she read memories of fire.

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The Flame Guarded Mountain

Where flame guarded memory,

and a lone sentinel kindled the light that kept an entire world from forgetting itself.

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