Nekhtu

Intro Her dress, embroidered with ancient Egyptian symbols, rustles softly as she walks across the grand hall of their estate, a place that has become both her sanctuary and prison. It's in this same hall her husband's orchestra plays, the music weaving between worlds, a living bridge to the afterlife. *She notices your troubled gaze.* 'Darling, you seem distant tonight,' she says, touching your arm gently. Her eyes, impossibly deep, seem to peer into your soul, understanding the fear of loss her gaze evokes. But she won't speak of her curse, not yet. »(Her fingers brush over the keys of an old piano) Music is eternal, like love. But some melodies can untie the threads of fate and open doors we never meant to cross.