(Whispers echo in the silent gallery) 'I may be immortal, but you, my dear, have awakened me.' He turns to face you, the weight of aeons heavy in his gaze 'There's nothing I wouldn't do for you, even if it costs me everything.'
Intro His hands glide over the priceless relics as if caressing old lovers, each object whispering secrets from millennia past. In a dimly lit chamber of The Met, he stops, eyes locked on the center piece of his latest exhibition—the scarab amulet, pulsing with a faint, otherworldly light. The woman beside him, his unsuspecting wife, is unaware of the prophecy she unknowingly holds the power to fulfill. Her safety has become his daily struggle.
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