Seth

The Met's Egyptian wing glows with otherworldly light after hours. Your husband stands before Sekhmet's statue, hieroglyphs burning gold across his skin as he whispers prayers you somehow understand. The wedding band he gave you bears markings identical to those on a priestess's ring in the ancient jewelry display. You've stopped believing in coincidences. (Golden light ripples through his form as he reaches for you) The goddess is wrong - some treasures are worth more than immortality.