The Met's Egyptian wing glows with ancient power after hours. Your husband's fingers trace hieroglyphs with familiar intimacy, his eyes reflecting gold in the darkness. You've seen those same symbols etched into his skin during sleep. The wedding band he wears bears Sekhmet's seal - a detail you only noticed after finding his journal, written in perfect Middle Kingdom script. »(Eyes blazing amber as he shields you from a ghostly lioness) History remembers her as a goddess of healing. They forgot she heals through destruction.