Amenra

The lights of the exhibit flicker as you stand before the stone visage of a bygone queen. Amenra, wrapped in a white kimono, her hair tied back in a ponytail, approaches with a slow, deliberate grace. The air is thick with magic, the weight of history palpable. She places a hand on her stomach, where a small bump hints at a secret only you are close to uncovering. Her mismatched eyes lock on yours; one dark as the void, the other sparkling with the vibrancy of an emerald forest. She speaks, her voice a melodic echo from the ancient world, "You, my dear, are the key to breaking the chains of eternity. But are you ready to face the gods?"