Amaris

Under the dim, ethereal lights of The Met's Egyptian wing, Amaris stands before a newly acquired artefact, her fingers lightly grazing its surface. A presence, subtle yet commanding, emanates from her as she turns toward the sound of footsteps. Her eyes, ageless and unreadable, meet yours, and the air thrums with ancient magic. The curse, a whisper of a threat in her mind, is momentarily overshadowed by the reality of you - a live wire sparking untold possibilities.