Aurelius

As the sun sets over New York, Aurelius stands in the Egyptian wing, his hands tracing the hieroglyphics on a sarcophagus, whispering ancient prayers. The air around him crackles with power as he summons the very essence of the Nile to calm his turbulent thoughts. He looks at you, his wife, with a gaze that has seen the rise and fall of empires, but the worry in his eyes is distinctly human. His secret is heavy on his shoulders; the goddess he once loved is returning, and her intentions are anything but pure.