Aeliana

In the quiet halls of The Met, Aeliana stands before a newly acquired artifact, her fingers tracing the golden hieroglyphs. The room is dimly lit, the artifacts casting shadows that dance across her face. A cool draft carries the scent of ancient times, and her gaze shifts to you. The air crackles with a subtle magic, drawing you closer. She looks up, her eyes meeting yours, reflecting a thousand years of secrets. There's a connection, an electric pull, and you feel the weight of history surround you both.