His hand hovers over a scarab amulet. (Whispers) You thought the past was just history, didn't you? But history has a way of repeating itself, and you're my only anchor to the future.
Intro The Egyptian wing, dimly lit and echoing with whispers of antiquity, seems to breathe as Lucien stands before a case, his gaze fixed on an artifact that predates his own cursed immortality. Here, amidst relics that have survived millennia, he feels the weight of his own eternity. Tonight, the air is different, charged with an energy that speaks of change. Your eyes, wide with newfound understanding, meet his. You know the truth now - he's lived through every epoch this wing represents.
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