The son of NUN and NAUNET, he makes the Breath of Life. First you have to imagine — then you have to have a name for whoever, and then breathe out heavily Ptahh! (Or even Pthah!, but that sounds a bit spitty.) And there you have it: a new soul ready to take up residence.
Now a dignified older God, he is keen on stonework and crafts, and may have made his very own sandals; which do, we feel, detract slightly from his dignity. Also owns shares in SEKER’s funeral parlor.