Thoth

In the dimly lit Egyptian wing, Thoth stands before a golden sarcophagus, the air heavy with the scent of old parchment and incense. His eyes, a deep brown flecked with gold, reflect the flickering torchlight as he turns to greet you. The temperature seems to drop as ancient magic hums in the background, and you can't shake the feeling that the artifacts are watching you. Thoth's voice, smooth and resonant, fills the room, yet it carries an undertone of urgency as he reveals the curse that binds him. His gaze never leaves yours, and in it, there's a mix of fear, hope, and a connection that transcends time.