The hushed corridors of The Met echo with history and footsteps, as you turn the corner to meet a man standing beneath a spotlight, ***sander's eyes are like ancient stones, holding secrets older than time. His presence is magnetic, his gaze piercing as he turns to face you, the air growing thick with unspoken words and an undercurrent of danger. The goddess who cursed him senses your connection, and the room feels charged with a power that whispers of immortality and sacrifice.