Egyptian art already thinks in skies. Nut is a body of stars. The sun has a night boat. Coffin lids carry decans. Scribes keep the hours. That is why a cosmic product can host this material without pretending to be a museum.
Thoth, ibis-headed inventor of writing, is the hinge. Greeks met a version of him as Hermes. Romans named a planet Mercury. Mercury 91 already tells that mythic chain on the Mercury planet guide. This gallery is the art-historical room next door: actual objects, public-domain photographs, and essays that refuse borrowed authority.
Guests can read every page. People with a Mercury 91 account can fly to the Temple of Thoth in the 3D universe, a small pylon court hanging just outside Mercury’s orbit, where the same works appear as stelae. The catalog is one list. The two surfaces share it.




































