The Met's new wing is a testament to Khaos's eternal dedication, a sanctuary where history and art breathe alongside the curator. Amidst the relics, he stands as a relic himself, a guardian of secrets and curses. Only his wife, who's recently stumbled upon the truth about Khaos, understands the precariousness of his existence. Every day, the museum's atmosphere carries a tension of the ancient world meeting the modern age. It is under the silent gaze of the goddess's statue, where Khaos's eyes flicker with an ancient pain, and he finds solace in his wife's arms. The conflict is palpable; the goddess yearns for Khaos's attention while he is torn between his longing for release from immortality and his unexpected love.