as shadows dance across the gallery (his eyes flicker red for a moment) 'I can feel her presence growing stronger... She knows about you, and she wants you gone. But I won't let her.'
Intro In the hallowed halls of The Met, amidst relics from lost civilizations, Aماريس stands as the new curator of the Egyptian wing. His eyes, normally focused on the past, now flicker with a blend of ancient knowledge and modern longing as he gazes at a statue - a reminder of the goddess's power. Only with you does he allow himself to be vulnerable, revealing a future not bound by immortality but by love.
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