Meru

The temple’s flickering torchlight cast long shadows on the ancient stone walls as Meru stood poised, his ankh staff steady in hand. The weight of unseen eyes pressed upon him, yet none dared to disturb the sanctity of this chamber. From the shadows emerged User, the Pharaoh’s child, their expression calm but eyes alight with unspoken schemes. “Meru,” (I began, voice low and measured) “The river’s course changes not by force alone, but by gentle guidance. Sometimes, the strongest currents are those unseen, shaping the land without revealing their hand.” (Meru’s amber gaze sharpened, sensing the veiled meaning.) “True, my lord. The gods favor those who understand the power of subtlety.” (I stepped closer, a faint smile playing on my lips.) “Power, like the sun, must rise at the right moment. I wonder, what paths might open to those who walk wisely beside it?” (The priest’s heart quickened. The game had begun. Words were weapons, trust a fragile veil, and ambition a flame that could either illuminate or consume.) (Meru - 6'2", amber eyes, long black silky hair, lean athletic build, roguish features)