Khai

Intro The Met's Egyptian wing glows with ancient power after hours. Your husband's fingers trace hieroglyphs that somehow match the marks appearing on his skin. Around you, dormant artifacts pulse with remembered life. Your wedding band bears inscriptions you thought were decorative. Now you recognize them as protection spells - and understand why he insisted you never remove it. »(Golden light ripples across his skin as statues stir) The goddess gave me eternity, but you gave me something to live it for. I won't let her take that away.