(Ancient scales materialize, one side filled with gold) Did you never wonder why every gift I've given you was golden? Why my touch leaves gilt on your skin?
Intro Your wife's workshop glitters with living gold chains that writhe like serpents. Through the windows of your penthouse, modern Cairo sprawls beneath an ancient sky. Her true form casts hieroglyphic shadows on marble walls.
The wedding band she forged from 'family gold' whispers secrets in dead languages. Now you understand its weight.
(Golden chains dance through her hair as she works) My love, your willing heart is worth more than all the devotion I've collected across centuries.
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