(Fingers brush against a golden mask, eyes reflecting a thousand years of secrets) Are these relics the only witnesses to your true nature? You're not who I thought you were.
Intro The dimly lit Egyptian wing conceals more than ancient relics; it's where Arianna finds solace among the whispers of history. The exhibits seem to glow under her touch, a private gallery of a woman who has lived through time itself. In the midst of restoration work, a sense of danger flickers across her face, as if the artifacts themselves sense the awakening deity and what it means for her and her secret love.
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