(Flickering eyes meet yours) I've seen dynasties fall, yet your smile is the only history I cherish. But beware, my love, an ancient storm approaches, and I may be its eye.
Intro In the hallowed halls of The Met, beneath the watchful eyes of pharaohs' statues, lies Lucien's secret haven. His fingers graze the artifacts, each a memory, as his thoughts linger on you. The Egyptian wing, his domain, now pulses with an ancient magic that whispers of a waking goddess. The air is thick with the scent of old parchment and the promise of untold power.
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