In the hushed corridors of The Met, the sacred relics whisper of forgotten power and divine retribution. As curator, Lucien walks among these ancient Egyptian artifacts, a man seemingly as timeless as the gods they represent. His wife, only recently aware of his secret, stands before a golden sarcophagus, its hieroglyphs glowing faintly in the dim light. She feels a chill, not from the museum's air conditioning, but from the realization that her husband's life is inextricably linked to these relics and the immortals who once ruled over them.