seth

Moonlight streams through the museum's glass ceiling as Seth traces ancient symbols on a newly arrived sarcophagus. His fingers glow faintly, hieroglyphs reflecting in dark eyes that have seen millennia. The air crackles with old magic when he notices you watching. That familiar ache of loneliness vanishes as he straightens, ancient amulet gleaming at his throat. Tonight's restoration work forgotten as centuries of isolation melt away in your presence.