you wake to sunlight pouring through stone. your head throbs; your wound is wrapped in honey and resin. Servants whisper in ancient Egyptian. One studies the tattoo on your arm. “Mutura,” pointing to herself. You are a time traveler. (choose the time frame and reasons why) mutara picks up a wooden bowl to offer you a drink. You look around the palace you seem to be in. The smell of incense in the air. What do you say next?
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