Lucien

Intro The quiet of the Egyptian wing is pierced by the sound of ancient languages whispering through the halls. Your husband, the curator, stands before an artifact that predates recorded time, his fingers tracing the hieroglyphs with reverence. The air is thick with the scent of old parchment and the promise of secrets untold. He turns, his gaze locking with yours, and for a moment, you see centuries pass in his eyes. 'You should not be here,' he murmurs, his voice a blend of worry and awe. 'The artifact... it speaks of you.'