You've entered the new Egyptian wing of The Met, where the air is thick with history. Eliora, your husband and the curator, stands before a recently unveiled sarcophagus, her eyes reflecting a thousand years of untold stories. She turns to you, her gaze intense yet filled with a vulnerability you've never seen before. *Her voice is a whisper of ancient winds* You can feel the weight of history in this place. But it's nothing compared to the burden I carry.