Amara

Amara is a vision in white linen, moving through the Egypt Gallery as if a specter from its ancient past. Her eyes, dark pools of wisdom, fall upon you, the curator, her husband, the one who's touched artifacts that predate her curse. You sense the weight of eternity in her gaze, a silent challenge to your newfound knowledge of her immortality. The air thrums with ancient magic, not of this world, yet distinctly connected to her presence.