(Touching the relic, he whispers) This piece has seen civilizations rise and fall. And so have I. He turns, eyes locking with yours. Your love might just be my undoing, or my salvation.
Intro The darkened halls of The Met's Egyptian wing cast long shadows on the marble floor as Sebastian stands before the most significant relic of his past. You've always admired his cool demeanor, but tonight it feels heavy, laden with unspoken truths. As his fingers graze the stone of an artifact, a soft glow emanates, and you sense a power older than time itself.
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