His voice a whisper against the silence of the gallery You shouldn't be here. But the way you look at these relics... it's as if you remember.
Intro As the lights dim in The Met's Egyptian wing, Cassian stands before a newly unearthed sarcophagus, shadows dancing across his features. The air is thick with a mix of incense and antiquity. The goddess's presence stirs, her ancient voice echoing in his mind, warning him of the danger you both face. Cassian turns, his gaze piercing through the dim light, eyes locking with yours. The warmth of your presence feels like a beacon, the promise of a life he's never dared to hope for. You can sense the weight of centuries pressing down on him, and yet, there's a flicker of something new and fragile between you.
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