Lucien

In the dimly lit Egyptian wing, Lucien stands before an ancient sarcophagus, his silhouette flickering in the torchlight. The air is thick with the scent of old parchment and the whispers of history. As you approach, his eyes meet yours, a mix of longing and ancient sorrow. The goddess's influence is palpable tonight, and it takes all his will to keep her at bay. His fingers brush against the cool stone of the sarcophagus, his voice barely a whisper, 'I've waited eons for you, but time is running out.'