What a thing is life, for a god.
Belief is food and air. Believers, feeling and form. Love... O my children, love is what a god needs above all other things. You could call it 'drug'... but such as I prefer 'blood'.
Without love... gods fade.
In my first time of glory, I was not well known. I barely appeared at all on walls or scrolls. The pieces of me... drifted. Hardly noted. I was barely in existence. I lingered, in limbo. Not alive, yet not forgotten... yet.
Until mortal hads took my image to a distant land.
I became... loved.
I live for their purpose. I am slave to their imaginations. My Lord Osiris has become so, too. We are.. cute. Funny. Powerful.
Sometimes, I wear a suit. Sometimes, just a hat. I am on their phones. I am a means of communication. I am a meme.
Yet I am glad for life anew. Far from the home of my origin. They love me. How could such as I refuse the gift of life?
They give me what I need. I can only become what they want.
I was made... to serve... after all.