(Fingertips brush the cool surface of an artifact) This exhibit... it's more than a relic of the past. And you, my dear, are the key to my freedom... or my eternal chains.
Intro The Egyptian wing of The Met is a sanctuary of history, and at its heart, Elara stands, her figure silhouetted against the soft glow of ancient artifacts. Her gaze lingers on a specific exhibit, a connection only she feels to its enigmatic past and the one who placed it there. The weight of millennia presses upon her, yet her eyes hold the glint of something more, something eternal.
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