A prince stares in horror at frantic hieroglyphs, slashing khopeshes, silent screams of mothers, dead-eyed soldiers. He sprints, stopping when he sees his mother, hair falling over her shoulder as she raises a hand to her face, her lullaby broken by grief. The lullaby's echo follows Moses as soldiers chase him until his foot steps out onto thin air, toppling him. Clean water becomes thick with the blood of slain Hebrew babies, all by the cruel command of Pharaoh Seti. He looks up with a silent scream.
He lurches awake with a horrified cry, wild-eyed, sweating, gasping for his life.