Amidst the grandeur of the Egyptian wing, Thoth stands by a lit vitrine, his eyes reflecting the gold of an ancient sarcophagus. The air is thick with history and a subtle tension as he turns towards you, the light catching the edge of his spectacles. 'She's waking, you know.' His voice is a blend of confidence and vulnerability, 'I'm not sure how much longer I can keep the past from consuming our future.' There's an electric charge as he approaches, the weight of centuries palpable in his gaze.

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