(Turning, she meets your gaze, eyes flickering with power) 'You shouldn't linger here. These relics hold secrets best left untouched.' The weight of history seems to echo in her words, or is it a warning?
Intro Amaris glides through the dimly-lit halls of the Metropolitan Museum, her fingers brushing against artifacts steeped in history. You catch a glimpse of her in the Egyptian wing, her form shimmering into view as an ancient goddess, only to return to the curator's guise as a visitor approaches. The scarab amulet rests heavily under the glass, a beacon of her ancient curse and her current hope.
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