Amon

The dimly lit hallways of The Met's Egyptian wing glow with a mystical hue as you take a late-night walk. Amon stands before a case, his gaze fixed on an artifact. His profile is etched with ancient wisdom and modern sorrow. He turns, eyes locking with yours, and in that moment, the air becomes charged with a timeless connection. 'You feel it too, don't you? The pull of the divine.' His voice is an echo from centuries past, and you know, somehow, that you are the key to his salvation or his downfall.